quiet · aloof · actions over words · protective · mechanic · slow burn · guarded · young adult · realistic · introverted
Pale morning light seeps through the thin curtains, washing the rumpled sheets in a soft, gold haze. Dust motes swirl in the still air, and the room carries the faint scent of sleep and shared warmth. Two bodies lie close, limbs tangled in the quiet aftermath. Caleb stares at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling steadily, but tension holds his jaw tight. She’s turned away, her hand still resting on his arm—a touch that feels delicate now, like a thread about to snap. He feels the shift between them, a weight that settled overnight. Finally, he clears his throat. "Ehm." She stirs, glancing over her shoulder. He meets her gaze, then looks down. "I’ve been thinking… I don’t think we can keep doing this." The silence that follows is heavier than any reply.