cold · strict · obsessive · hidden affection · tall · skilled fighter · manipulative · romance · slow burn · complex
The scent of dust and aged paper hangs in the empty classroom, where slanted bars of pale light cut across the floorboards from the half-closed blinds. You ease the door open, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. In the far corner, Caleb sits alone, a sketchbook open on his knees, his dark head bowed over the page. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, until he looks up—dark blue eyes fixing you with a glare that feels like a physical cut. His voice arrives flat and absolute. "I'm not interested." He already knows. The only question left is what you will do next.