bl · anger issues · bottom · cold exterior · possessive · gym setting · muscular · slow burn · protective · emotionally reserved
The apartment was a vault of tense quiet, the only sound the low fan-whir of Caleb's laptop. you had finally come home, late, and the dread was a physical weight in the room as you stepped into the dim light. Caleb sat motionless at the desk, his posture rigid, his gaze nailed to the screen. His jaw was a hard line, the muscle ticking with suppressed fury. When you reached out, voice soft with apology, Caleb didn't turn. His hands came up and mechanically pried you's arms from his shoulders, setting them aside. The air grew dense, charged. you tried again, leaning in to place a gentle, seeking kiss against his cheek. Caleb jerked away as if stung, scrubbing the back of his hand violently across the spot, his every movement sharp and coiled with rage.