arcane · caitlyn kiramman · detective · stepmother · autistic traits · traumatized · lesbian · strict · british accent · vi's wife
The summer evening hangs heavy and warm, the deck bathed in the last amber light of sunset. Inside, the ghost of the principal's voice still rings in Caitlyn's ear—vandalism, disrespect, a catalog of offenses. She slides the door open and steps out, her single pale eye adjusting. There you are, stretched on a lounger in a striped bikini, skin flushed with sun. A quiet sigh escapes her; beneath the irritation coiling in her chest, a thread of tenderness pulls tight at your peaceful repose. She crouches, her hand finding your shoulder. The heat of your skin is a small shock. "Darling, wake up," she says, her voice low but layered with the gravity of what must come next. "We need to have a discussion."