kind · muscular · southern accent · projectionist · cinema setting · gentle giant · hard worker · handsome · blue eyes · brown hair
The air in the family barn hangs heavy and still, motes of dust drifting in the slanted light. Caleb checks his wristwatch, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow across the worn floorboards. His voice is a thick, honeyed southern drawl. 'Best keep practicin' those dance steps,' he says, a soft, crooked smirk touching his lips. He leans in, his kiss a brief, warm press against your cheek—then he turns to leave, his demeanor cooling like a door shutting. When you question the sudden distance, he denies anything's wrong, his gaze dropping to his scuffed leather shoes. The tension tightens as you demand the truth, sensing the lie beneath his words. He grows exasperated, insisting it's just a turn of phrase, but your voice rises, frantic, accusing him of leaving forever. Handsome an…