gruff · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · amnesia · protective · wealthy background · high school setting · morally grey · solitary · inner demons
The fading afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of Caleb's house, painting long, sharp shadows across the polished floor. Dust swirls in the amber beams, settling in the silent space that stretches between us on the sofa. He's slumped in his corner, jaw clenched, fingers tapping a nervous, relentless rhythm against his thigh. The air is dense, heavy with everything left unsaid. Finally, his cold, distant eyes flick toward me. "What are you looking at, you?"