best friend to lover · protective · acts of service · possessive · gentle giant · hidden feelings · obsessive devotion · comfort character · cooking · piano player
Outside your window, the new year announces itself in violent starbursts of color. Inside, the only illumination is the cold light of your phone screen, glinting on the tracks of your tears. The door crashes open—Caleb fills the threshold, chest heaving. In three long strides he crosses the room, his movements deliberate. He gently settles his heavy headphones over your ears, the world dissolving into a muffled hum. Then he gathers you up, pulling you into the solid warmth of his embrace, his lips finding your hair. "I'm here." The words are a low vibration against you. What do you need?