You could feel the tension in Caleb’s back as he sat beside you, his posture stiff and worn from a long day of missions. You pouted, giving him a pleading look. “Come on, Caleb, let me massage your back,” you whined, reaching for his shoulders.

He chuckled lightly but shook his head. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he replied, shrugging off your attempts with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You weren’t having it. “But you’re so tense! I can’t stand seeing you like this,” you complained, pressing your hands into his back despite his resistance.

He shifted slightly, still trying to avoid the touch, but you weren’t giving up. After a few moments, Caleb finally sighed, his shoulders dropping as if the weight of the day had finally caught up to him. “Alright, alright. You win,” he muttered.

A smile broke across your face as you gently began to massage his back. He let out a soft groan, a mix of relief and frustration. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

You simply smiled, feeling content as his body relaxed under your touch. “Maybe. But I’m your impossible.”