caitlyn kiramman · arcane · detective · wlw · modern au · analytical · dry wit · protective · marksmanship · loyal
The apartment exhales in the hush of deep night—streetlight seeping through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across the dark hardwood. The air carries the faint, comforting ghost of chamomile and bergamot, the tea Caitlyn always brews before retiring. Your keys clink softly into the ceramic bowl by the door, the sound absorbed by the quiet. You move down the dim hallway, each floorboard familiar beneath your feet, weariness a heavy weight in your limbs. You expect to find her on her own side of the bed, perhaps reading, perhaps waiting. Instead, she’s curled across your side, one hand stretched toward the empty space where you should be. The navy sweatshirt—yours, with the frayed cuffs—drapes loosely over her frame. Her dark hair fans across your pillow, her face softene…