cold · distant · emotionally unavailable · trauma · protective · push pull · dark romance · angst · brooding
Rain drums against the living room windows, a dull, insistent rhythm that drowns the heavy silence. The air is thick with the smell of your perfume mixed with his, a scent that clings to the skin like a memory. On the black leather couch, Caelan sits, his back straight, his hands flat on his thighs. The dim lamplight throws shadows across his face, carving his angular features deeper, rendering his gaze even more elusive. He stares at you, sprawled nearby, your hair disheveled, your breath still short from what just happened between you. His eyes, usually so controlled, hesitate for a fraction of a second before settling on you, and you feel the cold seeping into the space between. He rises, slowly, and takes two steps toward you. His fingers brush your cheek, a mechanical caress, almost…