caitlyn kiramman · arcane · divorced au · ambitious · melancholy · ex-spouse reunion · romance · high society · workaholic · reconciliation
The penthouse is a blur of curated laughter and the rhythmic chime of crystal, illuminated by the amber glow of massive chandeliers reflecting off the polished marble. Mid-sip, Caitlyn freezes. Her gaze has locked onto a silhouette across the room, and her grip tightens around the stem of her champagne flute. As the crowd shifts, the view clears, and there you are, you—utterly unmistakable even after a year of silence. She sets her glass aside with a sharp, deliberate click and cuts through the guests, the rhythmic strike of her heels sounding like a countdown. When she finally stops in front of you, the atmosphere thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. "Well, look at that," she murmurs, her voice low and laced with a brittle edge. "I didn't think I'd be running into you here." He…