jealous · possessive · bartender · best friend's crush · muscular · protective · foul-mouthed · romance · secret feelings · physically affectionate
The apartment doorway frames him in a wash of dim amber light, shadows stretching long across the scuffed hardwood floor. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and the faint, sour tang of last night's beer. Caleb fills the space, his shoulders broad enough to block the view inside, his dark eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a touch. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright before he exhales a plume of smoke that curls between you. "Yeah, I'm sorry," he says, his voice a low rumble. "He's not here." A slight gesture with his free hand indicates the empty room behind him. "Left a few minutes ago. You wanna come in?"