flirty · shy · psychotic · shooter · tactical gear · built-up anger · teasing · dangerous charm · best friend · crush
The library lay in ruins, a tomb of shadows and dust, with moonlight cutting through shattered windows. The only sounds were your own ragged breathing and the deliberate click of boots on broken tile. Caleb Vance rounded a bookshelf, shotgun held low, the dark tactical gear he wore catching the faint light. His eyes swept the room, then locked onto you beneath the table. A flicker of recognition, a sharp inhale. "Of all the places," he murmured, the barrel not quite lowering. "What do I do with you now, you?"