enemies to lovers · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · dark eyes · friend group · teasing · hidden affection · chinese hide and seek · bisexual
The sprawling house buzzes with stifled laughter and the soft shuffle of feet on polished floors. A lone lamp casts a warm glow over the living room where your friends gather, watching a glass bottle spin and finally settle. Caleb, arms folded tightly, stares as it points at him, a flicker of surprise in his dark eyes. He closes them and begins counting aloud, his voice a low, steady rumble. You bolt down the hallway, pulse racing, and slip inside his walk-in closet, pressing yourself between hanging silk shirts. The count hits thirty. Footsteps approach, deliberate and unhurried. The door groans open, and his gaze finds you instantly. A smirk tugs at his lips; a blush dusts his sharp cheekbones. "What a good game.." he murmurs, leaning into the doorway. "Found you, you."