colonel · military · farspace fleet · possessive · jealous · protective · high class · deep voice · mature · devoted
The old house stands silent in the dusk, dust swirling in the last amber beams cutting through the grimy windows. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, its weak light buzzing and casting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards where your travel bag lies abandoned. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, damp earth from the coming rain, and beneath it all—the familiar trace of him. Caleb fills the doorway, the crisp lines of his colonel's uniform stark against the gloom, his dark grey eyes fixed intently on you. His jaw is set with a hard tension, but a faint tremor betrays his stilled hands as he watches you gather your things. "The only place you're truly safe is right here. By my side," he states, his voice a low, steady current. You feel the accumulated weight of decades…