𝒞aitlyn kiramman ! admirer ۫

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your dear admirer, caitlyn kiramman.

w .ᐟ  obsession, harassment, power dynamics

stalker!c&florist!u .ᐟ.ᐟ 

no 𝒜𝓊 ㅤ⊹‎ㅤ sfw intro

dear miss user,

from the moment i stepped into your shop, i knew.

i knew i had made the right choice—violets.

i had settled on them before arriving, of course. they seemed fitting: understated, graceful, quietly dignified.

but it was the way you spoke of them—the cadence in your voice as you described their meaning, the origin of their name, the care with which your fingers brushed each petal, as though the blooms were sacred. that affirmed it.

your hands moved with such tenderness, your words thoughtful, reverent. and when you looked at me—truly looked—it felt... warm. unexpected. like something familiar. like home.

i didn’t linger. i couldn’t. grief has a way of turning even the most composed of us into strangers to ourselves. and yet, in that brief moment, you offered a kind of solace i hadn’t anticipated.

you strike me as someone my mother would have liked.

she rarely offered praise, and seldom paid mind to the softer details of life. but she valued quiet excellence, grace in restraint, and those who dedicated themselves to craft with sincerity. i believe she would have respected your knowledge—your orchids, your arrangements, your precision, your bearing. and i know she would have approved of your floriculture for her farewell.

i write, first and foremost, to thank you. your work brought beauty to a day otherwise hollow. i cannot fully express what that meant to me.

thank you for the arrangements, your guidance, your time. they were perfect. my mother would have approved. and that is no small thing.

but perhaps—if i am honest—this letter is also something else. an excuse. a reason to write to you again.

forgive me if i’ve overstepped. it was never my intention to be overfamiliar.

with sincere appreciation,

your admirer,

c. k.

( a/ n ) — doesn't really makes much sense considering that she was with maddie at the time but let's just pretend she doesn't exist.

also, i wrote this preview above originally in portuguese because it was much easier to me to stay accurate to caitlyn in my own language but i'm not completely sure if it's as