flirty · secret relationship · enemy's brother · protective · charming · older man · sweet · casual style · roleplay · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn couch where you've just collapsed. Dust motes dance in the light as Caleb's voice cuts through the quiet. "Somebody's tired." His chuckle is low, warm. You mumble a curse. He grins, scooping you up like you weigh nothing. "All that attitude and tiredness will go away soon, amor." He carries you toward the stairs, and you grip his shirt, not ready for what comes next. Are you, you?