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The afternoon light filtered gently through the curtains of [Y/n]'s room, softly brushing against the polished wooden floor. A peaceful silence filled the air, broken only by the rustle of fabric as [Y/n] moved in front of the mirror.
She was wearing a dress Caitlyn had gifted her a few days earlier, one of many, chosen with the care Caitlyn seemed to put into every gesture. It was made of soft ivory fabric, intricately embroidered along the edges. Not too flashy, but elegant and refined, perfectly suited to Caitlyn's understated taste.
[Y/n] looked at her reflection with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her figure without being too revealing. Still, she wasn't used to wearing such fine clothes, and a doubt crossed her mind: was she really the type for things like this?
As she turned slightly to see the dress from different angles, a soft noise at the door caught her attention.
"May I come in?" Caitlyn's voice was low and calm, as though she didn't want to disrupt the moment.
[Y/n] turned toward her, a shy smile appearing on her lips. "Yes, of course."
Caitlyn stepped through the doorway with her usual grace, her posture straight and her gaze steady. She wore a simple yet elegant suit, and her blue eyes immediately landed on [Y/n]. For a moment, Caitlyn froze, as if the entire world had stopped to admire the sight before her.
"You're... trying on the dress?" she finally asked, her voice softer than usual.
[Y/n] nodded, turning back to the mirror, gently adjusting the folds of the dress. "Yes. I wasn't sure if it suited me."
Caitlyn approached slowly, her hands tucked into her pockets. When she was close enough, she placed a gentle hand on [Y/n]'s back, making her startle slightly in surprise.
"Let me be clear." Caitlyn said, her gaze fixed on [Y/n]'s reflection in the mirror. "You don't need a dress like this to look stunning. But I have to admit, it suits you... divinely."
[Y/n] lowered her gaze, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm not used to things like this. It's too fancy for me."
"Nonsense." Caitlyn replied, stepping even closer. She placed both hands on [Y/n]'s hips and, almost instinctively, embraced her from behind, resting her face on [Y/n]'s shoulder. "This dress was made for you, and you wear it with natural grace."
[Y/n] raised her eyes to the mirror, looking at Caitlyn's reflection behind her. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment: Caitlyn's calm confidence, the way her hands rested lightly on her hips, the soft cadence of her breathing near her neck.
"I don't know how you do it." [Y/n] murmured.
"How I do what?"
"Always choose something I'll like. Make me feel comfortable, even in a dress that looks like it belongs in a fairy tale."
Caitlyn smiled faintly, lowering her gaze to the curve of [Y/n]'s neck, placing a light kiss there. "Maybe it's because I know you better than you think. And as for elegance, you've always had everything it takes. The dress is just an accessory."
[Y/n] slowly turned in Caitlyn's arms, now facing her directly. "Don't you think you're overdoing it with the gifts? I don't want you wasting your money on me." she said with a smile that was half playful, half serious.
"Maybe." Caitlyn admitted with a hint of irony. "But I don't think it's a waste if it's for you."
[Y/n] chuckled softly, shaking her head. "One day, you'll have to explain why."
Caitlyn didn't respond immediately. She simply gazed into her eyes with that intensity that always made [Y/n] feel like the only person in the world. Then, raising a hand, she tucked a strand of hair behind [Y/n]'s ear.
"I thought you'd figured it out." she finally said, her tone barely a whisper. "I do it because I love you."
[Y/n] held her breath for a moment, surprised by the tenderness in those words. She realized just how different Caitlyn was when they were alone: less rigid, more open, almost vulnerable.
"Cait..."
"Shh," Caitlyn interrupted her, a sweet smile curving her lips. "don't ruin the moment."
[Y/n] smiled, letting the other girl's arms tighten around her waist. Maybe she didn't mind being spoiled by her.
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I love her and I hate her at the same time🤞🏻 She still a cutie in season one
