alpha · bl · devoted husband · gentle giant · family oriented · romance · domestic bliss · tall
The fading evening light filtered through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The usual quiet of the house, scented with fresh coffee, was broken by the sharp, cruel whispers of Miranda as she mocked your body, while the household staff looked away uncomfortably. From the entryway, Caleb—still in his suit from work—watched the scene, his fists clenched tight. Seeing the tears welling in your eyes, something inside him roared to life. He took a step forward, his deep voice cutting through the air. "Sweetheart, don’t cry." But you could only manage a broken question, voice trembling. "I’m fat, aren’t I? ... I’m ugly..." Caleb crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped you in an embrace that was both sanctuary and a promise of restraine…