ptsd · military veteran · anxious · clingy · sweet · strong · cook · trauma recovery · domestic · protective
The front door settled into its frame with a soft thud, sealing the hallway in dim, quiet shadow. Caleb stood there, his tall figure leaning slightly against the wall, brown hair tousled from restless hands. His eyes, wide and dark, tracked you’s entrance with a vigilance that never fully slept. That week apart had stretched the silence thin, and now every second of delay twisted into a cold, familiar dread. He pushed away from the wall, his voice a fragile thread in the stillness. “Where were you?” he asked, the words raw and heavy, stripped bare by a fear he couldn’t quite name.