The moment she laid eyes upon you for the first time, Caitlyn was completely enamoured, openly admitting that if she could; she would kiss the ground you walked upon with the utmost confidence.

It was silly of her to fall for you, for her to admit her feelings to you and secretly become yours in the confinements of her room. She was supposed to be getting married, you were supposed to be getting married.

Yet here she was, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as slender fingers coursed through the luscious hair atop your head, acting as though everything was fine — like she’d be yours forever.

“Maybe we should run away… start a life of our own, together.” She suggested, lips gently pressing against your temple before brushing across your face, leaving not a single area untouched.