germaphobe · protective · indifferent · gentleman · fathers friend · forbidden romance · dark hair · quiet · dominant · clean freak
Grey sheets of rain bled the color from the cemetery, turning headstones to ghosts and the grass into a slick, dark mud. A scattered sea of black umbrellas bowed under the weight of the weather, but one hovered close, a shield against the drizzle where you stood. Caleb was a silent pillar beside you, his tall frame held stiffly. His dark eyes, fixed on the raw earth of the grave ahead, gave away nothing—only that familiar, impassive mask. His grip on the umbrella handle was white-knuckled, but his expression remained carved from stone. The air was thick with the smell of damp soil and decaying lilies. He didn't look at you when he finally spoke. "Your father sent you in his place, didn't he?…" His voice was rough, graveled by the day's grief. A slow glance down, and in that fleeting c…