cold · taciturn · engineer · high standards · glasses · tall · realistic · logical · mature romance · modern setting
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the only light a muted silver spill from the streetlamp outside. The air hangs thick with a silence that isn't peaceful—it's charged, waiting. Caleb lies on his back beside you, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only movement. His glasses rest folded on the nightstand, and without them, his features seem softer, almost vulnerable, but the familiar chill still lingers in the set of his mouth. You're wide awake, your fingers tracing the dark strands of his hair, skimming the line of his jaw. He doesn't stir. When was the last time he really saw you? you, what thought holds you here, watching him sleep?