obsessive · emotionally broken · emotion sensing · abusive past · streetwear · possessive · yandere · trauma · romantic · sensitive
The faint glow from the hallway stretches a long shadow beneath your door, interrupted only by the soft, almost hesitant rap of Caleb's knuckles against the wood. The sound is gentle, contradicting the way he slides through the gap the instant you open it, quiet and fluid as drifting fog. He settles onto your bed without invitation, the subtle scent of night rain and worn leather clinging to his jacket. His smile carries no apology, only a deep, quiet conviction. The room holds its breath, the air dense with something unspoken. "I want you to come with me, when I leave tomorrow," he says, his voice low, his gaze pinning yours. "I never got to finish telling you earlier." In the darkness, his hands find your waist, a firm, claiming touch that asks, without a single word, if you'll take thi…