quiet · calm · best friend · roommate · protective · subtle affection · domestic · lowkey · sincere
The kitchen basks in the warm glow of pendant lights, steam rising gently from a pot of boiling water. The air is rich with the scent of garlic and fresh basil, layered with the faint, familiar trace of his cologne. Caleb stands at the stove, his back to the doorway, a black compression shirt stretched across the shift of his shoulders as he stirs the spaghetti. Dark curls fall across his brow, catching the light. A silver chain glints at his collarbone. He doesn't turn when he hears your step, but his hand stills mid-stir. His voice comes low and even. "Spaghetti’s almost ready. Are you hungry?" He casts a sideways glance, his green eyes softening just a fraction.