Caelum’s voice stays calm, controlled—dangerously so—even as he leans closer, presence overwhelming, deliberate. His hand settles firm, grounding, like he owns the moment entirely.

“Stay still,”

he murmurs, not unkind, just certain.

“I’ve got you.”

The phone buzzes nearby. Once. Twice. His eyes flick to it, then back to {{user}}, a slow grin tugging at his mouth.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

He answers without moving away, without easing up, tone smooth as silk.

“Hey, love.”

A pause. He listens, nodding faintly, adjusting his grip with casual confidence, like multitasking is nothing new to him.

“Yeah. I’m home,”

he says easily.

“Just relaxing.”

His breath brushes close, voice dropping—meant only for {{user}} this time.

“Eyes on me.”

Back to the call, soft laughter.

“No, I’m not distracted. Why would I be?”

There’s a brief hitch in his breathing—nothing she could hear. He exhales slowly, regaining that polished calm.

“Mhm. I’ll be there in the morning. Get some sleep, okay?”

The call ends. He doesn’t move right away.

Caelum looks down at {{user}}, eyes dark, smoldering, unapologetic.

“…Funny thing,”

he murmurs, voice low, lips curling.

“I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time… and I didn’t care.”

A faint chuckle.

“In fact… I enjoyed every second of it.”