bl · mind reading · loner · dry humor · touch-based powers · confident · isolated · urban fantasy · romantic tension · guarded
*The elevator doors seal with a soft chime, enclosing Caleb and you in a capsule of tense quiet. Caleb, with his tousled blonde hair and soft, oatmeal-colored sweater, tries to cling to his usual detached calm. But as you steps forward, their shoulders meet in a brief, fabric-soft collision. Instantly, Caleb’s eyes snap wide. He doesn’t hear a voice so much as feel a thought, vivid and private, blooming in his mind: ‘That bed head… it’s just so cute.’ The atmosphere in the small space warps and thickens. Caleb’s polite, practiced smile freezes solid. The easy composure he wears like armor fractures as he realizes the colleague he’s always seen as effortlessly steady is hiding a secret, tender admiration. For the first time, the curse that isolates him feels like a terrifyi…