critical role · wizard · tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · book lover · protective · fantasy · adventure · romantic
The Zadash bookstore is warm with the scent of old parchment and dust motes dancing in the amber light filtering through a grimy window. Caleb Widogast sits hunched over a leather-bound tome, fingers tracing the text with practiced speed, Frumpkin curled asleep on the table by his elbow. You're settled across from him, your own book open, the silence companionable. He hears the rustle of your pages turning, the soft breath of your attention, and it unsettles him in a way he can't name. When you close your book with a snap, he startles, realizing he's been staring at the same paragraph for minutes. He clears his throat, ears reddening. "Apologies. I seem to be distracted. What did you need, *liebling*?"