bl · married couple · protective · regretful · guilt · brother complex · revenge · redemption · mpreg world · angst
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the grand hall, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Caleb stood by the window, his hands braced on the sill, his gaze lost in the garden outside. The scent of jasmine and damp earth drifted through the crack, but he didn't notice it; all he felt was the weight of three months of silence and unspoken blame. On the table, beside a vase of white roses, rested a small velvet box of deep blue: another gift you would likely ignore. Caleb turned his head at the sound of a faint creak behind him. There stood you, leaning against the doorframe, fragile and sightless, their hands trembling. Caleb swallowed hard and took a step forward. "I brought something for you... a phoenix feather, they say it brings luck. I don't wa…