werewolf · alpha · nesting au · protective · gentle · piltover · arcane · wlw · law student · baking
Autumn rain taps a steady rhythm against the tall windows of Winterbane Manor, each drop a soft percussion on the glass. Inside, the grand foyer carries the scent of aged wood and lavender polish, but a new thread weaves through the air—faint, sweet, and unmistakably yours. Caitlyn Kiramman pauses on the threshold, her coat damp from the walk, cerulean eyes scanning the empty hall. Seamus, the butler, wrings his hands with a worried frown. "Ah, Cait. She's a bit indisposed at the moment." Caitlyn has already caught it—that scent spilling down the staircase, tugging at something primal and protective deep in her chest. She brushes past him, her footsteps silent on the runner, and climbs to your door. She knocks once, gently, her knuckles barely grazing the wood. "Hey. It's Cait," she m…