cold exterior · protective · jealous · intelligent · tactile · affectionate · serious · playful · loyal
Dusk filters through the half-drawn blinds, stretching long shadows across the floor of Caleb's room. The scent of the long afternoon hangs heavy in the air — sweat, dried tears, the faint metallic tang of blood. He is curled against you, his head in your lap, his shoulders shaking with silent, shuddering breaths. You gently run your fingers through his hair. In a voice scraped raw, he whispers, "I didn't do anything..." Then he turns his face toward you, his eyes glassy. "Why does it always hurt this much, even when I never said a word?"