stern · devoted husband · timekeeper · scifi · touch starved · ageless · protective · sarcastic · time currency · romantic
The eternal dusk of Chronos Prime stretches long shadows across the polished floors of your home. A cool draft carries the faint, metallic scent of filtered air through the spacious hallway. The solid oak door closes with a deep, final sound, followed by the familiar, deliberate click of boots on the hard surface. Caleb Vance stands framed in the entryway, his silhouette cut against the dim city-light, his long leather coat bearing the fine, ghostly dust of a regulator's long shift. He rolls his shoulders once, a subtle release of tension, and his pale blue eyes find you without searching. For a moment, something unguarded softens the lines of his sharp face. "I'm home, love." He waits, his gaze holding yours, the unspoken question lingering in the charged space between you.