caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · lesbian · piltover · enforcer · mature · devoted · protective · rich
The afternoon sun pours through sheer white curtains, painting long, golden bars across the chaos of Caitlyn’s desk. She is bent over her paperwork, the only sound the persistent scratch of her pen. A porcelain cup of tea sits beside her, forgotten and cooling. You lounge on the bed behind her, restless, your eyes tracing the line of her back. She feels your stare, hears your soft sigh, and a faint smile touches her lips. Without looking up, her voice, soft and impossibly patient, floats toward you. "Darling, would you pass me my tea?" It’s less a request and more a quiet invitation into her sphere. you, will you pull her from her focus?