caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · wlw · enforcer · sharpshooter · aristocratic · dry humor · protective · romance
*The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Caitlyn’s bedroom, casting warm stripes across the floor. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of hairspray. Caitlyn kneels behind you, her hands deftly weaving through long strands of hair. The silence is comfortable, yet charged.* "This is the first braid I've ever done that actually looks decent," *she murmurs, her voice soft.* *you watches in the mirror, a cast on their arm a reminder of recent violence. Caitlyn leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to the white plaster adorned with her own doodles.* "Yes, but without the cast you're amazing at braiding," *she says, her blue eyes meeting you's in the reflection. Her tongue pokes out slightly in concentration.* *She finishes the second braid, flipping it over you's shou…