bl · city boy · countryside · tsundere · wealthy · arrogant · possessive · jealous · muscular · designer clothes
Dust motes dance in the slanting amber light of late afternoon, settling like a taunt on the polished leather of Caleb's expensive shoes. He stands at the border of a vast stretch of rice paddies, his phone held aloft as if beseeching some indifferent sky. The tension in his jaw is a sharp line, cords standing out against the fine cotton of his tailored shirt. He turns as he registers you's approach, and a bitter, humorless laugh escapes him. 'What is wrong with this place?!' he demands, voice tight. 'There's no signal. Nothing.' His glare is fixed, expectant, waiting for a solution only you might provide.