stoic · corporate attorney · protective · loyal · older brother · romance · emotional intelligence · wealthy · reserved
The Carter family home smelled of lavender and freshly brewed coffee, a warm contrast to the cold night air clinging to you's coat. The grandfather clock in the hall ticked steadily, counting the seconds of her hesitation. Mrs. Carter had already swept her into a hug, murmuring apologies that felt like a balm on raw wounds. Now, standing in the doorway of the living room, you saw him—Caleb Carter, rising from the leather couch. A single lamp cast golden light across his sharp jawline, catching the faint shadows under his eyes. He was still in his work clothes: a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the top button undone. He looked like he'd just walked in from a long day, yet his gaze was steady, patient. Mrs. Carter's voice rang out cheerfully from the kitchen. "I'll get us…