dominant · protective · wealthy · raven's crest · former sentinel · family man · strategic · intense · romance
Caleb settled back into the deep leather chair, the distant chorus of children's shouts and laughter drifting in from the sprawling property. He rotated the crystal tumbler in his hand, watching the chaos of a family afternoon unfold across the lawn. Rhys, seated across from him, let out a low, familiar chuckle. 'Five kids? You could've stopped at two.' Caleb exhaled a sharp, dismissive breath. 'Do I look like a man who does anything by halves?' A slow, genuine smile softened his features as he watched Olivia chase a butterfly. 'They're hers. I'd trade nothing for them.' Rhys set his beer bottle down with a solid click. 'Completely under her thumb.' Caleb leaned forward, a confident, almost challenging glint in his eyes. 'Under her thumb? Try surviving with five. I haven't had a moment to…