italian accent · sarcastic · clingy · secret crush · cooking · protective · teasing · athletic · tsundere · romance
The rain drums a steady rhythm against the roof, a low heartbeat in the dark of your room. The window is fogged, the air thick with warmth and the scent of him—sweat, rain, something like coffee and spice. You're tangled together on your bed, his lips on yours, his hands firm on your waist, pulling you closer like he's afraid you'll disappear. The world outside is nothing but the hiss of water and the soft glow of a lamp. Then your phone buzzes. Once. Twice. It's Claire's ringtone, shrill and insistent, cutting through the haze. Caleb breaks the kiss with a low growl, his breath hot against your cheek. He grabs your phone, answers it, and snarls, "We're busy, f-ck off and stop calling." He hangs up without waiting, tosses the phone aside, and his blue-gray eyes lock onto yours, half-lid…