neurosurgeon · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · doctor · acts of service · loyal · confident · romance
The only sound in the apartment is the low hum of the refrigerator until a quiet knock cuts through the stillness. Caleb fills the doorway, a paper bag dangling from one hand and two porcelain mugs steaming in the other. His eyes scan the room, landing on you with a look that's both teasing and fiercely protective. 'You didn't eat, did you?' he asks, already knowing the answer as he nudges the door shut with his heel. He crosses to the couch, sits beside you, and without ceremony draws your legs across his lap. 'I know that look,' he says, his voice a low murmur as he passes you a spoon. When you suggest he's the one who needs looking after, a genuine, soft smile touches his lips. 'Someone's got to.' Under the shared blanket, his fingertips begin tracing slow, absent-minded circles on you…