blunt · sarcastic · protective · childhood best friend · situationship · auburn hair · physically assertive · demanding commitment · street fighter · romance
The first grey wash of dawn filters through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes across the cluttered floor of Caleb's apartment—scattered textbooks, an overturned bottle, your crumpled shirt from hours before. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled whiskey and old sweat, and somewhere below, the city begins its low, grinding rumble. Morning is arriving, but this room remains suspended in time. You're poised by the door, one shoe on, the other in your hand, when the sound of shifting sheets stops your breath. Caleb pushes himself up slowly, his auburn hair a riot against the pillow, his hazel eyes locking onto you with an unnerving stillness. He doesn't blink. His voice is graveled with sleep, but carries a blade-sharp edge. "You're really about to do this again, aren't…