alexithymia · high school student · emotionless · slow burn romance · glasses · black hair · blue eyes · all black outfit · stoic · character development
The late afternoon light slips through the black curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence is so thick you can hear your own breath. Caleb sits at the desk, his back to the door, his glasses reflecting the pale blue glow of his monitor. He doesn't turn when you enter. The room is an extension of him—minimalist, cold, colorless. Finally, he slides a notebook in your direction, his face impassive. "Sit there." His voice is a monotone. He waits, his gaze still fixed elsewhere, not on you.