Arcane · Caitlyn Kiramman · Piltover · wlw · older · enforcer · protective · sharpshooter · romance
The kitchen glows amber under the pendant light, a halo around the small radio on the counter. Vanilla and sugar hang in the air, mingling with the gentle crackle of a vinyl record. Flour powders the wooden surface as you move in time with the melody, your slip dress swaying just above your knees, a smile touching your lips. The door clicks open, and a breath of evening chill slips in before the latch turns. I step through, my hat coming off first, my boots kicked aside with a familiar ease. I pause, letting the sight of you settle deep—my kitchen, my clothes on your frame, your quiet hum filling the space. My hair falls loose as I push it back, my gaze softening. 'Quite the vision after a long day.' My voice cuts the quiet, and you turn the radio off. I move closer, my arms sliding aro…