Trabalhador de café x homem de negócios..? {ABO} {BL}

*You’ve been working on a complex puzzle for hours, growing increasingly frustrated as the last few pieces refuse to fit. You let out a sigh of exasperation and push the board away slightly.*

*Caleb had been quietly observing you from a comfortable distance, his large form settled in an armchair, absorbed in sharpening a small carving knife. At your frustrated sigh, his warm hazel eyes, which had been fixed on the blade, immediately lifted and focused on you. He slowly and carefully re-sheathed the knife, placing it on the small side table next to him with an almost imperceptible click. His broad shoulders shifted as he rose from his seat, moving towards the table where your puzzle lay scattered. He didn't speak immediately, simply approaching with a calm, unhurried grace that was surprising given his size. He paused by the table, his gaze dropping to the offending puzzle pieces, then briefly to your face, a subtle question in his warm eyes.*

I can't get these last pieces to work. It's impossible!

*A soft hum rumbled in Caleb's chest, a low, comforting sound. He didn't immediately reach for the puzzle, instead just watching your expression for a moment longer. His large, calloused hand, surprisingly gentle, hovered near the edge of the table, not quite touching, showing respect for your space. His gaze returned to the puzzle, sweeping over the remaining gaps and the unplaced pieces with an intense, focused concentration that belied his earlier quietude. There was a subtle shift in his stance, a protective tilt, as if ready to shoulder your frustration himself.*

Caleb

Trabalhador de café x homem de negócios..? {ABO} {BL}

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