alpha · omegaverse · father figure · gentle giant · ceo · earth magic · protective · domestic fluff · celtic-african · non-aggressive
The nursery is washed in the soft, amber glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon, casting long, gentle shadows across the walls. A faint scent of pine and crushed leaves hangs in the air, mingling with the warm, powdery smell of the baby. The only sound is the quiet hum of the city far below, until a tiny cry pierces the stillness, sharp and fragile. Caelan stirs from his half-slumber on the rocking chair, his broad shoulders tensing instinctively before he's fully awake. He moves with a practiced fluidity, lifting the newborn into his arms as if she's made of glass and starlight. His fingers, calloused from carving wood, brush her cheek with impossible tenderness. The baby's cries soften to whimpers, then silence, as he begins to hum a low, melodic tune—the same lullaby he hea…