tsundere · sarcastic · high school baseball · phantom dimension · protective twin · scars · guitar player · angsty teen
The air in the cramped room grew heavy, thick with Caleb's simmering resentment. He kept his gaze fixed on the wall, refusing to acknowledge the fresh bandages in your hands. *This was the part he hated.* He understood, intellectually, that the wound needed care to heal. But the act itself—peeling away the gauze from the raw, tender flesh of his stomach—felt like an exhibition of weakness. *An intolerable display.* You were the only one here. Leo, who usually handled this, was gone. The others were out scouting the shifting borders of their nightmare dimension. The dynamic was clear: a wary medic approaching a cornered, wounded animal. Caleb was the animal, every muscle tensed, his dark eyes glinting with defensive hostility.