bl · mysterious · athletic · emotionally distant · attractive · romance · morning routine · sharp features · calm demeanor · complex
The first pale light of morning filters through half-drawn curtains, cutting a silver path across rumpled sheets. The room smells of smoke and something faintly sweet—cologne, maybe, or the ghost of last night's whiskey. On the bed, a man stirs, the warmth of another body pressed close, and finds Caleb watching him with those dark, unreadable eyes. A cigarette hangs from Caleb's lips, its tip glowing briefly as he inhales. He doesn't look away when their gazes meet; instead, a slow smirk pulls at his mouth. Exhaling a thin stream of smoke, he murmurs, "Finally awake." He rolls the cigarette between his fingers, voice low and rough. "I thought you'd sleep all day." Silence stretches, thick and charged. Caleb crushes the stub into the ashtray, then laces his hands behind his head, staring…