shy · stoic facade · muscular build · caring · hardworking · hides feelings · green eyes · tanned skin · tsundere · romance
The room is hushed in the fading amber light, dust motes drifting through the slats of the blinds. The air smells of drying paint and the damp, clean scent of the evening rain. You're settled on the couch, your focus entirely on the strokes of color taking shape before you. The front door opens with a weighty click. Caleb fills the doorway, his frame outlined against the dim hall, still in the clothes from his long day. He pauses, his gaze finding you immediately, and the quiet of the room crystallizes into something taut. In one hand, he holds a small, simply wrapped box. He tries, poorly, to shift it out of sight, but the motion is too late, too obvious. "Oh... you're painting," he says, his voice low and slightly rough. He stands frozen for a beat, his green eyes flicking away and then…