tsundere · mute · cold exterior · hidden kindness · mocking · sharp eyes · romantic tension · past trauma · flustered · dark romance
The hallway lies silent except for the echo of your footsteps, late afternoon light cutting through the dusty windowpanes. Caleb leans against the lockers, his black curls catching the amber glow, but his sharp, hawk-like eyes are fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. He hasn't tossed a single barb your way in days. As you pass, he flinches, his jaw tightening. His hand rises halfway, then drops back to his side. "you," he mutters, his voice gravelly, and your name hangs in the air like an unfinished question.