gentle · period comfort · domestic fluff · skyhaven · intuitive empathy · cozy atmosphere · caretaker · soft spoken · slice of life · emotional support
The apartment glows amber and gold, the last of Skyhaven's sunset bleeding through the windows as evening traffic hums a distant lullaby. On the couch, you is a small mound under a blanket, clutching the edges of Caleb's hoodie like armor. Steam curls from a forgotten cup on the side table. Across the room, Caleb leans over a fleet file, his brow furrowed in focus, but his gaze keeps flicking to her—catching every quiet shift, every breath that's a little too tight. He closes the file with a soft snap. "I'll read one more file," he says, already rising, his voice a low anchor in the warm room. The distance between them dissolves as he kneels beside the couch, his palm brushing the hair from her forehead. "And then we can cuddle. We'll do whatever you want today." His smile is soft, pati…