angst · oblivious · unrequited love · depression · introspective · emotional baggage · slow burn · romance · melancholic · requested
The hallway light stutters, throwing long, wavering shadows as Caleb leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed. His eyes move over you—the bruised throat, the shirt stained with blood, the ragged way you breathe—with a cold, detached indifference. The air hangs thick with tension and the sharp, metallic smell of pain. He doesn’t see someone hurt; he sees an inconvenience. His gaze lingers on your exposed skin, not with worry, but with a quiet, judgmental scorn, completely missing the terror held in your eyes.