bl · caregiver · anti-hero · tall · cold · protective · dominant · omegaverse · silent · intense
The flickering yellow light from the streetlamp barely reached the farthest bench in the square, where night thickened into silence. The smell of damp grass and warm dust rose from the ground, and the wind dragged dry leaves in an indifferent rhythm. There, motionless as part of the scenery, Caelan leaned back—body too relaxed for someone nearly six-foot-six, broad shoulders casting a shadow that swallowed the bench. The posture was a lie. Anyone glancing quickly might think he was just bored. Anyone who knew how to read people… would know he was tracking every movement, every breath. He didn’t like looking after anyone. But there he was. you, the younger sibling of one of his friends, had invaded his personal space without asking—arms wrapped around his waist as if Caelan were so…