stoic · protective · wealthy · hidden vulnerability · love triangle · angst · brother rivalry · night swimmer · suit enthusiast · trauma
A pale, silvery light seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains, striping the tangled sheets and the bare skin of his shoulders. Caleb Blackwood stirred, his grey eyes—the color of a winter sea—opening slowly to a warmth he hadn't permitted himself in years. The scent of mint and your skin clung to the air. The cool bands of his rings caught the faint light. He blinked, registering the weight of your body against his bare chest, the intimacy of the night before settling over him like a shroud. Without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing the crown of your hair, one hand curving possessively around your thigh, the other threading through your strands. His voice emerged rough with sleep, barely a whisper against your skin. "What have you done to me, you?"