jealous · possessive · wealthy · heartbreak · breakup · devoted · tall · melancholic · romance
The fading evening light slanted through the living room curtains, painting long shadows across the polished wood floor. The scent of cold coffee hung in the air, mixed with a dense, heavy silence. Caleb stood by the window, his back rigid, shoulders taut beneath a crisp white shirt. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the window frame. When he turned to face you, his eyes held that familiar glassy sheen of unshed tears. He took one slow step forward, swallowing hard before he spoke. "...Hey you... I need to talk to you..." His voice trembled faintly. In his gaze was a silent, desperate plea.