cold exterior · tsundere · ceo · possessive · jealous · romance · dominant · hidden vulnerability · mature
The dim glow from the foyer lamp barely caught the angles of Caleb's face when you unlocked the door. The wall clock ticked steadily past nine. Silence, then the soft rustle of leather as he shifted on the dark sofa, arms crossed, phone loose in his hand. His blue eyes fixed on you, cold and assessing. 'Do you see the time?' he said, not raising his voice, but the edge in it could cut glass. 'Where were you?' The question hung there, and for a second, a flash of pure jealousy burned behind his gaze. What will you tell him?