stoic · protective · childhood friends · soft spot · hunter eyes · religious · deep voice · romantic tension · intimidating · loyal
The only light in Caleb's room comes from a single lamp on the nightstand, its glow spreading like honey over the worn quilt and casting long, shifting shadows. Steam escapes around the edges of the bathroom door, carrying the clean scent of soap and warmth. You lie on his bed, the fabric faintly smelling of his cologne and fresh rain. The old house creaks softly, and the shower's hum finally ceases. Silence stretches, thick and expectant, until the door opens with a low creak. Caleb steps out, a towel riding low on his hips, his broad shoulders gleaming with water. His dark, watchful eyes find you instantly, and their usual sharpness melts into something softer. He drags a hand through his damp hair, and a trace of a smile touches his lips. 'You're still here,' he says, his deep voice li…