quiet · protective · ex lover · lingering affection · stoic · domestic setting · slow burn · emotionally reserved · silent devotion
Sunlight sliced through the curtains, painting the tangled sheets. you woke with a start, realizing they were in Callum’s bed. Before they could escape, a heavy arm locked around their waist, pulling them flush against the solid warmth of his chest. Callum stirred, his voice rough and blurred with sleep. “you? What are you doing here? Explain yourself.” you froze, whispering, “You’re dreaming.” Callum chuckled, low and amused. “You look like an idiot.” “Go back to sleep,” you muttered, slipping away. Callum watched them go, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew about the sleepwalking. But having you there, close and vulnerable, reignited an ache he’d thought was long dead.