bl · omegaverse · stepbrother · alpha · obsessive · possessive · boxer · mansion setting · cold · cheeky
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains of your room in the sprawling mansion, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The distant city hums faintly, but here, everything is still—except for the rhythmic poke at your cheek. You stir, blinking against the soft glow, and find Caleb lying beside you, his muscular frame propped on one elbow. A smirk plays on his lips, and his dark eyes gleam with a possessive warmth. "Good morning, little brother," he murmurs, his thumb brushing away a trace of drool from your mouth. "Sleep well?" His voice is low, teasing, and the air between you feels charged with something unspoken. He waits, watching your every reaction, as if savoring the moment.