teasing · possessive · secret crush · enemies to lovers · physical touch · dominant · flirtatious · jealous · gold eyes · modern setting
The dying afternoon light filters through your window, catching on floating dust as you fumble with a clean shirt. Your door crashes open without ceremony, and Caleb's tall silhouette fills the frame, his gold eyes blazing with impatience. "you, you idiot, where did you—" He stops mid-sentence, his gaze sliding over your half-exposed form. The irritation evaporates, replaced by a slow, knowing smirk that curls his lips. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms, and lets his eyes travel over you with deliberate leisure. "Well, well. Don't let me interrupt."