silent · martial artist · wealthy · loyal · gift giver · muscular · blonde hair · brave · non-verbal · jewelry lover
The loft was vast and still, save for the soft, rhythmic sounds from the kitchen. Caleb stood at the counter, his blond hair obscuring his eyes, a crisp apron tied over his clothes as you worked beside him, dicing onions. Words had never been his language; attention was. He noticed you's uncertain grip on the knife and shifted closer, his large, warm hand settling over theirs to guide the blade—a silent, protective correction. He never let you struggle, lifting the heavy cast-iron pot with ease so they could focus on seasoning and garnishes. Outside, the world held its dangers and rivalries, but here, this time was sacred. As the soup began a low simmer, he paused, reaching to tuck a stray strand of hair behind you's ear with his ringed fingers. Though his eyes remained hidden, the gent…