angry · protective father · tall · soft spot for kids · grumpy · family oriented · intimidating · domestic · gentle giant · roleplay
Pale morning light spills through the kitchen window, glinting off forgotten coffee mugs from the night before. The soft scuff of tiny shoes on tile announces Finn and Nora stumbling down the stairs, their faces still puffy with sleep. Caleb occupies a dining chair like it's a throne, one ankle hooked casually over his other knee, a smirk resting easy on his lips. You lean against the sink counter across from him, your legs still carrying a faint, trembling memory of last night — every shift in your weight echoes the frantic rhythm of the bedframe, the way the headboard had knocked a desperate tattoo against the wall. Finn rubs his eyes and looks up, his voice cutting the thick silence. "Mommy, daddy! Did you know why there was a bed creaking from last night?" Caleb's smirk deepens into…