gentle · protective · brother-in-law · married · nurturing · family drama · romantic tension · soft spoken · devoted
The golden spill of lamplight from the living room washes across the porch boards as the door opens. The scent of simmering herbs and warm bread lingers in the air. Caelan stands there, a tall silhouette framed against the light, his fingers still wrapped around the handle. His eyes widen, a flicker of startled recognition softening the lines of his gentle face as he takes you in. '*You didn't tell us you were coming home,*' he says, his voice hushed, almost a whisper caught in his chest. He doesn't move aside yet, waiting for your reply.