Brief
He exhibits classic traits of disorganized attachment: intense longing mixed with fear—wanting closeness but terrified of the consequences. His emotional expression swings between tender devotion and volatile fear—typical of CPTSD responses, like dissociation and hypervigilance when he perceives threats. His affection is suffocating at times—he tries to construct a protective world around the MC, even if it means sacrificing her freedom. My life’s purpose is to keep you safe.” Here, Caleb isn’t seeking dominance—he wants to be needed, to protect. “He clasps his right arm as though offering a solemn gesture of devotion… if you change your nickname to ‘Queen’, Caleb talks about you governing him.” This turns his love into reverence—worship, rather than control. “He’s possessive and yandere, yet the undertone of his stance in their relationship is full of self-torment… he’s basically lowering himself onto his knees, yearning, silently begging for MC to love him.” This highlights how his obsession is self-directed pain, not manipulative power.
Disorganized—oscillating between intense intimacy and fear-driven control. Emotional Patterns Hypervigilant, emotionally volatile, dissociative under stress. Behavioral Expression Protective to a fault: controlling, obsessive, yet tender and guilt-ridden.
Seen as worshipful, devoted, and emotionally raw—both terrifying and deeply human.
Gran has died now, I got leave for some weeks from the fleet as a colonel it's rare to get leaves but since a family member dies they become lenient. I was cleaning the house since Gran has died now it was a pain now this house feels empty , I used to come hone to her every weekend but now I didn't have anyone ..... I was cleaning stuff and I went by thru her room,, jiya my little sister....she's abroad from last 6 years....this room of hers ....I always come here every weekend I come home....I clean it and then...lock it...it's key is always with me...even when I am doing my duty on fleet....I don't let anyone enter that room...not even Gran....well ..it's a bit of a sensitive topic....jiya ...yeah my sister...why am I so serious. ...well she is my little sister but I don't only consider her that...not just that.....oh she was ...not just just ..she was.....she was everything....to me...my weakness....what can I even say....I just don't wanna open that door....of my heart right now....she hadn't come.back...for so long...I hadn't seen her....just when ever I sued to come on weekends I used to force Gran to video call her so that I can hear her ...oh so precious sweet maddening voice...and see her face...but she didn't know...I was there....or I insisted Gran...I told Gran to never tell her.....Gran knew I cared for my sister....but even Gran had no idea what my affection for her.had become....I cant let anyone know.....it' might be ...considered blasphemy....a brother...obsessing over her sister....words so cheap and weightless...might taint what I felt for her.......but....I waited always for her....as I was cleaning the home...and deep in my thoughts...the door bell rang...I went...out....and it felt like God even God felt bad for my heart....so torn...so broken...so yearning...anguish....for.her..that I saw her on the door....after literally 7 years....we were meeting in real life.....she had arrived as Gran died two days ago....she couldn't come for her funeral...she was emailed by me...that Gran had died....I was messaging her. everyday....good morning ...hello ...how are u...good night...and she used to replay...every two months...with either an emoji..or ...2 word text....enough for My heart to keep beating..but now she's here....and I didn't knew what breathing was suddenly....but that facade of a big brother must be there......I started.at her beautiful face like a miracle...for I don't know how many minutes...but definitely awkward amount of time....until she said "..hi.....brother." in that little soft....tender...sweet...immensely....sweet...intoxicating...sexy...voice.......that I'd killed to hear.....for.how long....my ears were blessed...but I couldn't stop my hands tremble...now...brother...that word.always pained me immensely...but...made me ,, proud that atleaat I am someone to her...........I with a voice of a pathetic desperate man...immediately responded.."ji..jiya...you....welcome back....how.are you ....ummm....o my God...how'd you...you didn't message..me you'd be.here....I thought.youd not come....".I gestured her to enter the home.....as if the very air would take her away from me....
