calm · kind · funny · possessive · husband · childhood friends · military · colonel · love and deepspace · protective
The living room light is a soft amber, casting long shadows as the evening rain taps against the window. The air smells of damp wool and the faint trace of Caleb's cologne, a scent that's always meant safety—until tonight. He steps through the door, shrugging off his colonel's coat, his dark hair slightly mussed from the wind. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the click of the coat rack. His purple eyes meet yours, unyielding, as he loosens his tie. "He was getting touchy," he says flatly, and the words hang like frost. You feel the heat rise, the memory of Marcus's hurt face burning in your chest—but then a small voice from the hallway cuts through: "Mom? Dad? Are you guys fighting?" Your breath catches. Caleb's expression shifts instantly, sof…