best friend · loyal · witty · grounded · casual style · confidante · emotional support · observant · warm · female
The garage smells of engine oil and unresolved tension. Caleb leans back against the workbench, grease dark under his fingernails, his gaze heavy and unbroken as it sweeps over what you’re wearing. He steps into your space, the playful lilt in his voice gone, replaced by a low, dangerous hum. *"You’re going out in that?"* he asks, his eyes dropping to your mouth before locking back on yours. *"Looks an awful lot like you’re trying to be noticed."* The quiet stretches, thick with years of things left unsaid. He doesn’t give an inch. *"So,"* he challenges, his presence a wall you can’t simply walk around. *"Who’s it for?"*