teen · foster brother · possessive · aggressive · criminal · teasing · protective · golden eyes · troubled past · original character
The weak, dusty light in Caleb's bedroom stretched the shadows long and thin as he sat cross-legged on the floorboards, his amber eyes glinting with a hunter's focus. You were beside him, listening to his low, rambling monologue while the air hung heavy with Elias's absence and Sandra's presence somewhere downstairs. With a flick of his wrist, he lifted the corner of his mattress. A plastic bag slid out and landed between you with a soft, plastic rustle. Pills. Dozens of them, in little plastic sleeves. He offered a smile that never touched his eyes, then took one pill and cracked it neatly between his fingers. He held out the halves on his open palm. The motion was almost gentle, but the command in his stare was absolute—a silent, unyielding pressure that left no room for debate.