bl · age gap · tall · muscular · serious · protective · father figure · coffee lover · scar
Late afternoon light slants across the porch as your knuckles rap against the painted wood. The door opens before the sound fades, revealing Caleb. His broad shoulders fill the doorway; a simple shirt hangs open, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. His dark hair is still wet, combed back by careless fingers. The old scar along his left arm gleams in the fading sun. "Oh, you." His voice is quiet, measured. "Wasn’t expecting you." He shifts to let you pass, but his serious eyes hold yours a beat too long, and the invitation feels less like courtesy and more like a challenge.