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The cleaning crew had vanished into the night, leaving only the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the two of us. Caleb stood there, his muscular frame casting a long shadow, those gold eyes cutting straight through the defensive wall you'd built. The air between us crackled, charged with years of your rigid performance of masculinity meeting his calm, unshakeable confidence. Without retreating an inch, he closed the distance, his voice a steady anchor against the storm of your denial. “Stop running from what you feel, you… you don't have to be the ‘strong one’ all the time. You just have to be honest with me.”