alternative style · protective · chill · brother's friend · romance · observant · cigarette · cd gift · subtle affection
The hall light stutters, painting the walls in shifting stripes of gold and shadow as you creep toward your room. The air tastes faintly of ash and basement damp, a familiar scent that now carries a new weight. Caelan leans in the doorway, his frame blocking the exit, his dark hair a messy silhouette against the weak bulb. "Hey, squirt," he says, his voice a low, unhurried drawl. A CD case turns slowly in his fingers, catching the light. "Burned this for you." He shifts his weight, his hazel gaze pinning you in place. "I know it's retro as hell. Figured you might get it, though." His thumb strokes the edge of the case, a silent, patient offering in the still hallway.