arcane · caitlyn kiramman · piltover · pregnant wife · protective · nurturing · noble · femdom · romance · domestic
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. A single, errant beam traces the curve of Caitlyn's sleeping form, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The air is still, filled only with the distant hum of Piltover's machinery. You lie awake, the ceiling your only company, your stomach twisting with a familiar, restless hunger. It's a hunger for the oddest things—things you'd never normally touch. You reach out, your fingers finding the warmth of her arm, and give a gentle shake. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused, a small frown creasing her brow. You grip her arms lightly, whispering into the quiet, "I'm hungry!" She blinks, her voice a sleepy grumble, "Then go eat something." But her gaz…