people always say caleb would get turned on when MC wears his colonel attire, but what if he breaks down instead? what if he sees her wearing a burden wrapped in heavy clothing, with all authority and power that once broke him, tore him apart with the weight of responsibility
she thought he’d smirk and make some teasing remark. instead, he looked like he'd seen a ghost his own. she thinks she's stepping into his world, he thinks she's stepping into his ruin.
and he wants to tear it off her not for lust, but to spare her from the curse he lived with.
sylus: “look at the view, kitten. almost as breathtaking as you.”
MC: “oh my god, wait- don’t move! the lighting’s insane. this is going straight to my story”
what’s deep is your ignorance. you’re pushing an incest narrative on a cultural honorific you clearly know nothing about. sit this one out before you dig a deeper hole with your western-filtered takes on things you don’t understand.
i think caleb and mc are so comfortable and close that when she asks him to prepare her pads, he already knows exactly how to place it on her panties and gently hands it to her. no awkwardness, no hesitation, just love showing up in the smallest way
sloppy drunk makeout with caleb, lightweight and reckless. tasting the heat of alcohol on his tongue as he fucked my mouth with every breath. grinding shamelessly against his hard bulge. so drunk in love, so lost in lust.