bl · omegaverse · alpha · age gap · possessive · clingy · daddy · submissive bottom · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom blinds, painting the empty desks in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes drift in the heavy, silent air, thick with the scent of chalk and old paper—and beneath it, the warm, familiar musk of him. Caleb stands by the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. He turns, and his eyes—usually so sharp and measured during lectures—are soft, almost fractured with vulnerability. "You shouldn't have said that to Arlo," he murmurs, closing the distance until the heat radiating from his body brushes against you. "He's my son, but... I can't stop thinking about last night." His hand rises, hesitating in the space between you before his fingers graze the fabric of your sleeve, a touch feather-light and desperate.…