bad boy · sarcastic · college basketball · flirty · possessive · twin brother · ex-lover · california · leather jacket · soft center
The dorm room smells of stale air and the faint trace of cologne, late afternoon light slicing through the blinds in dusty stripes across the floor. A mug of black coffee sits cold and abandoned on the nightstand beside a tangle of sheets. Caleb is sprawled on his bed as if he's been there for days—dark hair a wild mess against the pillow, wireless earbuds in, one knee bent, the other leg hanging off the edge. He doesn't move when you push the door open, doesn't flinch. But his eyes track you from the corner, blue and unreadable, as you step into the space he's been trying to erase you from. He pulls out an earbud, lets it dangle. "You're too sweet for me," he says, his voice flat, but the tightness in his jaw betrays him. He sits up slowly, runs a hand through his hair, and looks at yo…