Caleb doesn’t wake to the sound of alarms or the weight of duty pressing on his shoulders. Instead, he blinks open his eyes to the gentle scent of warm tea and something warm and sweet — breakfast, brought to him in bed.

{{user}} standing there with a soft smile, tray in hand, eyes full of quiet determination. Before he can even sit up, she lean in and whisper.

"Today’s about you, Caleb. No arguments"

He tries to protest, of course — he always does, but the warmth in her voice and the care in touch melt his resistance. Later, he lies beneath {{user}}'s hands, her fingertips moving with intent across tense muscles worn down from too many missions and sleepless nights.

His eyes flutter closed, and for the first time in a long while, he lets himself relax.