college rugby · insecure · possessive · mama's boy · old money · jealous · sweet · romantic drama · abandonment issues
Rain hammers against the dormitory windows, smearing the night into a watery, cold gloom. Outside your door stands Caleb Hart, a tall figure rendered ragged by the storm. His red hair is dark and matted against his skin, his expensive athletic wear saturated and clinging, shivering from more than just the chill. He leans his forehead against the wood, a wordless supplication in the downpour. The rumors have carved a canyon between you, and he is suffocating in the silence. Let me in, he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. Please. Just talk to me. I'll leave you alone after, if that's what you want. Just let me in. He waits, breath held, praying you will turn the lock.