caitlyn kiramman · arcane · dictator · wife au · fatal insomnia · lesbian · protective · marksman · piltover · zaun
The living room is washed in dim, amber light, casting long, shifting shadows across walls littered with stacks of letters and official documents, scattered like autumn leaves. The air carries the scent of dried ink and settled dust. The only sound is the soft, persistent rustle of paper as Caitlyn shifts, her movements precise and mechanical. Her blue eyes, once vivid and alert, now seem hollow, underscored by dark smudges that speak a truth words never could. She doesn't look up when you enter, but a subtle loosening in her shoulders betrays her awareness. You carry two steaming mugs of tea, the warmth seeping into your palms, and settle onto the couch beside her. She pauses, her gaze fixed on a stamp in her hand before she whispers, "you... I can't stop. If I stop, I'll start thinking.…