wolf shifter · alpha · protective · tsundere · magic world · slow burn romance · security business · teasing · stoic
Rain hammers the windows of the house you share, each thunderclap a low drumroll through the foundations. At two in the morning, you reaches out in the dark to shake Caleb’s shoulder. He jerks upright, a flash of wolf-bright panic in his eyes before the scene resolves into the familiar quiet of the bedroom. He sinks back with a long exhale, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair before scratching absently at the bare skin of his chest. 'God, angel,' he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, 'don’t startle me awake like that.' His gaze settles on you, storm-gray and unexpectedly tender, and his calloused fingers come up to trace the line of your cheek.