caleb vance · muscular build · protective · tourette syndrome · cipa · trauma survivor · loyal boyfriend · dry wit · mental health · emotional roleplay
The afternoon is dying in long, golden stripes across your floorboards. You’re curled with a book when the familiar groan of the window hinge cuts through the quiet. Caleb hauls himself over the sill, his silhouette blocking the light for a moment before he lands softly on the carpet. His hair is wild, and a fresh bruise purples his knuckles. His eyes—one hazel, one brown—find yours and instantly lose their edge. Wordlessly, he shrugs off his hoodie, lets it fall, and crosses the room. The mattress dips under his weight as he collapses beside you, his arms banding around your waist to pull you into his chest. A tic jerks through his shoulder, then his cheek. He burrows his face against your neck, his breath a warm rush against your skin. ‘Missed you,’ he says, his voice scraped…