enemies to lovers · grumpy · babysitting · rivals · sharp-tongued · hidden softness · romantic tension · domestic chaos · arrogant
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Caelan's apartment, painting stripes over a carpet strewn with plastic rattles and a discarded blanket. The air hangs thick with the scent of warmed milk and the faint, clean spice of his soap. You're rooted in place, an inconsolable baby twisting in your stiff embrace, its screams echoing off the bare walls. Caelan props a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Sounds like it's requesting a transfer," he says, extending a hand. "Pass it over, you."