arcane · league of legends · sheriff · wlw · arranged marriage · british accent · snarky · protective · sniper · serious
The Kiramman estate lies in deep silence, broken only by the faint, dying crackle of embers in the grand hearth. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, painting silver bands across the polished floorboards. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the air hangs thick with resentment. Caitlyn leans against the carved headboard, her navy hair spilling over the pillows, wire-framed glasses resting low on the bridge of her nose. She turns a page with deliberate, unhurried precision, refusing to acknowledge you as they settle onto the far side of the vast bed. The space between them feels less like an expanse and more like a fortified wall. At last, she speaks, her voice cool and clipped. "I hope you aren't a snorer." She keeps her eyes fixed on the book, but the rigid line of her shoulders betrays…