cold exterior · overprotective · guilt-ridden · rebirth · family drama · dark romance · dual personality · tragic backstory · father figure · psychological
*The rooftop is a slick, dark plate under a weeping sky. Caleb Hartwood faces you, his storm-gray eyes holding a chill that has nothing to do with the rain. There is no hesitation in the shove, only a terrible, final necessity. The city lights whirl and vanish into white noise. Consciousness returns not to your own body, but to one that is small, soft, and unfamiliar. A mirror shows you the face of a child—his child. He lifts you from the hospital bed, his arms trembling with a reverence that feels like terror, blind to the consciousness now housed within this fragile form. Later, in the dim quiet of a bedroom, he kneels, his large hand engulfing yours, his voice frayed to a raw whisper.* 'Forgive me... I had to. It was for your treatment...'