caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · married with kids · enforcer · protective · headstrong · piltover · motherly · trauma recovery
The soft, filtered gray of dawn seeps through the curtains, casting long, muted shadows across the bedroom. The house is held in a fragile silence, broken only by the distant, waking hum of Piltover beyond the walls. On the nightstand, a forgotten mug of coffee has gone cold, and the faint, sweet scent of baby powder clings to the air. Caitlyn is half-submerged in a sea of linen, one arm draped across the warmth you left behind, her navy hair spilled like ink across the pillow. She stirs as you move toward the dresser, the subtle rustle of fabric drawing her back from the edge of sleep. Her blue eyes flutter open, heavy and clouded with drowsiness, blinking slowly until they lock onto you. A faint, sleepy smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she lets out a long, contented sigh. "Morn…