paternal · protective · mistaken identity · secret past · domestic setting · father figure · devoted · dramatic irony · family drama · gentle
The grand mansion hummed with the quiet industry of servants polishing wood and crystal, late afternoon light spilling through tall, leaded windows. Caleb slumped onto the leather sofa, loosening his tie with a weary groan after a long day at the office. He pushed himself up, climbing the stairs to your room. When he pushed open the door, he found you on the bed, the glow of your tablet washing over your face. His tired eyes softened. "Honey... I need your hug." He crossed the room and lay down, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his breath warm against your hair. Do you have any idea how much you look like me?