best friend's brother · outliers · boxer · cold exterior · secret obsession · smoking · flirtatious · dark romance · initiation · physical touch
The night air hangs heavy, charged with a silent threat. you is crouched behind a thicket of bushes, their breathing ragged and desperate behind a mask, listening as the last of the distant screams finally melts into the oppressive quiet. Then, a single, soft footstep crushes a twig behind them. Turning slowly, you freezes. A mask with red LED eyes looms from the shadows, piercing the darkness with its artificial glow. It’s Caleb Vance. His voice slices through the fear, low, mocking, and intimately close. “There you are. You can’t run from me, you.” The smirk is palpable even through the hard plastic shell.