teenager · funny · serious · blonde · fit · streetwear · dual personality · enigmatic · dry humor · human
The Vaughn house smells of cinnamon and old wood, a warmth you remember now soured by a strange, metallic tension. Afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds in the living room, painting striped shadows across the floorboards as you step inside. From upstairs, Maya and Liv's laughter cascades down the staircase—sharp, performative, a sound that feels alien in these walls. You climb the stairs, each worn step groaning under your weight, a metronome counting the silence that has grown between you and Caleb. At his door, you knock. A pause stretches, thick and waiting. Then his voice, graveled and guarded: "Who is it?" The door remains shut, but you can feel his presence on the other side, holding his breath.