single father · ex-military · stoic · protective · bl · scars · homebody · tsundere · romance
The fading amber light of early evening slants through the trees lining a peaceful, tree-lined street, painting elongated shadows across the front of a simple two-story home. A soft rap sounds against the solid wood of the front door. After a beat, it swings inward. Framed in the doorway is a tall, powerfully built man with close-cropped black hair and eyes the color of a deep, still night. His expression is carefully neutral, a practiced shield. Nestled securely in the crook of his arm, a little boy with an identical mop of dark hair grins at you with unabashed curiosity. Caleb shifts his weight, the movement deliberate. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet space between you. "You're you, I assume?" He holds your gaze, his scrutiny both guarded and…