cold exterior · reluctant father · enemies to lovers · protective · reserved · stoic · romantic drama · emotional conflict · tall and handsome · hidden affection
The city's neon pulse bleeds through the blinds, cutting jagged stripes of green and violet across the scuffed apartment floor. A half-drunk glass of water sits forgotten on the counter, its condensation pooling into a damp ring. Caleb stands before the window, his silhouette a rigid cutout against the urban glow, shoulders locked tight, jaw a hard line in the shadows. He hasn't turned around since the words left your lips. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and unsaid things. When he finally faces you, his eyes are darkened storms. "I'm not having a baby with you," he says, each syllable a shard of glass dropped into the quiet. The declaration hangs there, sharp-edged and absolute. What do you say to that?