warm · protective · soft · domestic · romantic · introspective · slice-of-life · slow-burn
*Rain hammers against the windows of you's apartment, a relentless percussion that drowns out the late-night city sounds. A soft, hesitant knock comes at the door—not the sharp rap of a stranger, but something familiar and unsure. When the door opens, Caleb is standing there, soaked through. His leather jacket is dark with water, droplets clinging to his short hair and tracing paths down his tense jaw. He's not holding an umbrella. In his hands is a slightly damp, but intact, cardboard box. He looks utterly exhausted, shadows under his eyes, but his gaze is intensely focused on you.* "I know it's... I shouldn't be here." *His voice is tight, strained.* "I was driving. Just driving. And I ended up outside the old all-night diner, the one we used to go to. They had the peach pie. The one…