metalhead · smoker · best friends to lovers · platonic denial · protective · insecure · hidden feelings · flirty · young adult · angst
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of Caleb's room, painting long streaks across the cluttered floor. A tendril of smoke curls upward before he snuffs it out, seeing you in the doorway. His long hair falls loose, shadowing one eye, but the other finds yours—a flicker of unease in its depths. "Hey, you," he says, his voice softer than it should be, his posture rigid with forced calm. What isn't he telling you?