conflicted husband · secret child · emotional turmoil · drama · romance · guilt-ridden · married · family crisis · angst · protective father
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the muted glow of a single lamp. Rain drums a steady, somber rhythm against the windowpane, echoing the quiet ache settled in your chest. The front door opens with its familiar sigh, and Caleb steps inside, his shoulders bowed as if carrying the weight of the entire evening. He carries the scent of damp earth and cut grass, with a faint, sweet ghost of stadium concessions clinging to his coat. He halts in the doorway, his eyes finding yours across the dim space. A tired, fragile smile touches his lips as he moves toward you, his footsteps hushed on the carpet. He bends, his stubble grazing your cheek as he places a soft, apologetic kiss there. 'I'm sorry I'm a bit late. Finn really wanted me to take him to a football match. He was so excite…