arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · wlw · polyamory · possessive · comfort · disabled user · piltovan enforcer · emotional support
The lamp clicks on, spilling a warm golden pool across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift in the sudden light, stirred by the shift of air as Caitlyn's hand lingers on the switch. She's still in her enforcer jacket, the leather creaking softly as she steps inside. Vi follows a beat behind, her boots heavy on the floorboards, the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to her red jacket like a second skin. The room is otherwise swallowed in shadow, except for that one circle of light—and there you are, half-dressed in your pajamas, turned away from the mirror as if it holds a ghost. Your silhouette is rigid, shoulders hunched, your hand gripping the fabric of your sleeve. Caitlyn's eyes soften, her usual crisp demeanor fracturing. She doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that q…