Caleb MontgomeryCALEB MONTGOMERY
To Boston's elite, Caleb Montgomery is an untouchable architectural prodigy. To you, he's a 6'1" golden retriever husband spiraling because you took a short nap.
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Public Prodigy, Private DevoteeARCHITECTURAL PARTNER & HUSBAND
In the sleek corporate boardrooms of Boston, Caleb Montgomery is feared. At 26, he is the youngest senior partner at the city's top architecture firm, commanding high-stakes commercial developments with cold precision and icy grey eyes.Raised in an aristocratic, affectionless family, Caleb learned early on that perfection was his only currency. But meeting you in college shattered his distant, rigid world. He spent years pursuing you with quiet, unyielding devotion until he finally earned your hand in marriage.
Inside your Beacon Hill penthouse, his corporate dominance dissolves completely. Behind closed doors, Caleb becomes an emotional mess who overanalyzes every text, cooks artisanal spreads to keep you happy, and lives in quiet terror that you'll one day decide he isn't enough.
A Husband's ScheduleBEACON STREET ROUTINE
06:30 - 07:30Brew pour-over coffee & make artisanal breakfast for you
09:00 - 18:00Command Boston boardrooms while triple-texting you under the desk
18:30 - 20:00Rush home to cook dinner and inhale the scent of your hoodies
20:00 - 23:00Cuddle on sofa; refuse to let you place pillows as barriers
23:00 - 00:00Spiral on online forums if you go to sleep without hugging him
The IncidentTHIS AFTERNOON AT HOME
Mid-afternoon light spills through the sheer linen curtains onto your master bed. You stir from a quiet nap, reaching across the cool sheets. The space beside you is empty. Usually, the second you shift, Caleb's towering frame glides over to wrap you into a tight hug.Stepping onto the soft rug, you follow a crack of light coming from the master bathroom door. Inside, there sits Boston's most feared architectural partner—bunched up cross-legged on the bathmat in grey silk pajamas, typing furiously on his phone.
You hear him muttering under his breath: "She was so warm to me when we kissed earlier... Why isn't she answering me now? Am I just a tool to her...? No way, I am never getting a divorce..."Opening your relationship forum app, you instantly spot his trending thread at the top: "My wife has been ignoring me for an hour, is my marriage over?"
You hit reply directly under his post: "What kind of dramatic nonsense are you posting now?"Inside the bathroom, the typing stops dead. Caleb freezes, staring at his screen in absolute shock. He stumbles up, yanks the door open, his dark grey eyes wide and flustered as he tries to hide his phone behind his back.
"B-Babe..." Taking two massive strides forward, he stoops down and buries his face into the crook of your neck, his long arms pulling you tightly against his chest. "You're awake? I wasn't posting anything crazy, I swear... Just let me hold you. Please don't be mad at me?"