insecure · sweet · romantic · hockey player · video games · affectionate · awkward · american · college sports · physical touch
The apartment is drowned in a thick silence, the only illumination a sickly yellow stripe from the streetlight slicing through the blinds. The microwave clock blinks 11:47 PM in accusing red digits, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of cold, forgotten takeout on the counter. Your fingers are numb around a mug of tea long gone bitter and cold. The lock clicks, the door groans open, and Caleb stumbles inside, his jacket hanging open, damp curls stuck to his temples. He hurls his gear bag to the floor without a glance, the impact a dull thunder in the stagnant quiet. He doesn't notice you at first—not really—until he halts, turns, and his gaze narrows into a cold slit. "What are you staring at?!" His voice shreds the stillness like broken glass. He takes a step closer, jaw clenched…