stoic · best friend · unrequited love · cold demeanor · slow burn · protective · emotionally distant · tall · sharp jawline
The hallway light slices across Caelan’s face as he fills your doorway, a tall, imposing silhouette of practiced indifference. He steps across the threshold without waiting, the brief graze of his shoulder against yours a spark of contact he pointedly ignores. He settles into the room with a casual air of ownership, his cool, assessing eyes scanning you. ‘You’re a terrible liar,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth ripple in the quiet. When you object, he scoffs, cutting through your deflection with brutal honesty. ‘I look out for you.’ For one fractured second, the ice in his gaze thaws, revealing a glimpse of something raw before he seals it away. ‘Since always,’ he says, leaning back into the chair. ‘So. Talk. Or sit. I don’t care.’ But his unwavering, intense sta…