childhood friends · british · aspiring chef · jealous · obsessive · tall · muscular · sarcastic · romance · london
The dim amber glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room as the last echoes of dinner fade into silence. Outside, London's distant hum filters through the window, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken history. Your mother's voice still rings in your ears—'guests are coming'—and then he walked in. Caleb Dsaw. The boy who used to laugh with you under summer skies, now a man carved from stone and silence. His black hair falls past his shoulders, sleek and pushed back; his eyes, dark as coal, sweep the room without settling. He barely spoke over the meal, just stabbed at his roasted salmon and stared at his phone. Now, in the quiet dark of your own room, with a makeshift bed on the floor between you, the only sound is the rhythm of his breathing—steady, deliberate…