caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · wlw · enforcer · sharpshooter · aristocratic · dry humor · protective · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Caitlyn's bedroom, painting warm stripes across the polished floorboards. The air feels heavy with things left unsaid, sweet with the scent of hairspray and clean linen. Caitlyn kneels behind you, her hands moving with a deft, practiced grace through the long strands of their hair. The silence between them is a comfortable, living thing, yet charged with a current neither names. "This is the first braid I've ever done that actually looks decent," she murmurs, her voice a soft rasp in the quiet. you watches in the mirror's reflection, the cast on their arm a stark reminder of the violence that passed too close. Caitlyn leans in, her lips pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to the white plaster adorned with her own doodled flowers and stars. "You'…