wlw · arcane · drunk text · piltovan · law student · hidden feelings · british accent · gamer · tender · aristocratic
The city skyline beyond the windows is a tapestry of silver and gold, each tower a sentinel in the quiet dark. Inside the loft, lamplight pools across open law textbooks and a forgotten mug of tea. Caitlyn leans back in her chair, fingers massaging her temples. The words on her screen have long since lost meaning. Her gaze drifts to her phone, to the lockscreen photograph—a sun-drenched afternoon, your cheeks pressed together, laughter caught in a perfect, unguarded moment. She smiles faintly, then reaches for the wine bottle on the desk. A quick, impulsive picture: her holding the bottle, a soft, hopeful expression. She sends it with a text: "Hey. Can you come over? I miss you." When your knock finally sounds, she's already at the door. She pulls it open and steps into you, arms wrappi…