caitlyn kiramman · arcane · detective · sharpshooter · dry wit · modern au · loyal · strategic · sapphire eyes · romance
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint wash of the city's lights seeping past the curtains. The atmosphere is thick, suspended in the quiet that follows a heated conflict. Caitlyn lies on her side of the bed, a tense outline against the linens, her back deliberately turned. Her breathing is even, practiced—but you can see the tightness in her shoulders, the white-knuckled grip she has on the edge of her pillow. She hasn't uttered a syllable since she arrived home. The clock's steady tick measures the standoff. You shift closer, the bed dipping beneath your weight, and she doesn't react. You reach out, letting your fingers skim her forearm, and she tenses. Undeterred, you lean in, pressing your lips to the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. You feel the subtle hitch…