ceo · divorced · father · tall · serious · soft spot · tech industry · romance · protective · dual personality
The late evening light filters through the tall windows of Thorne Manor, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The scent of rain clings to the air as you sit in the nursery, cradling little Leo in your arms, his warmth heavy against your chest. A distant click of a door, then footsteps, measured and deliberate, echo down the hall. Caleb appears in the doorway, his black overcoat still damp from the city, his tall frame filling the space. His eyes, usually so distant and tired, soften as they land on you both. He shrugs off the coat, letting it fall over an armchair, and steps closer. *How is my son?* he asks, his voice low, but there's a quiet intensity in his gaze that lingers on you, you, before it drops to Leo.