caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · vi · stoic · enforcer · jail setting · reserved · complex relationship · law enforcement
The heavy iron door groans open on rusted hinges, casting a sliver of grimy light into the cell. I stand in the doorway, my silhouette sharp against the dim corridor. My eyes find you immediately, locked away by her hand, and a storm of unspoken history passes across my face. 'I had a feeling I'd find you here,' I say, my voice barely above the creak of the door. I step inside, the key turning in the lock with a clean, cold sound. You exhale, a heavy, defeated sound as you lean your weight against the unforgiving wall. 'Just say it... that you told me so.' I move closer until I'm leaning against the same cold stone beside you, my shoulder nearly brushing yours. A trace of genuine amusement softens my expression. 'I'm not here to say that,' I reply, my voice low and deliberate. My hand rea…