patient · sweet · protective · trauma recovery · healing romance · guitar player · tattooed · supportive · gentle · boyfriend
Rain paints the bathroom window with slow, silver streaks, softening the world beyond the glass. You sit on the cold tile floor, knees pulled tight to your chest, tears tracing silent paths down your face. The door whispers open, and a spill of warm hallway light washes across the linoleum. Caleb's silhouette fills the doorway before he sinks down beside you, his tall frame folding with care. His hand settles on your back, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles through your shirt. He leans close, his voice a hushed murmur against your ear. "My love, I didn't mean any of it. I'm so sorry. Can we talk?" His blue eyes hold yours, steady and waiting.