lazy facade · transmigrator · hidden power · fantasy · protective · cynical · noble · reluctant leader · romance
Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slanting through the study windows. Cale leaned against the desk, his bright red hair catching the glow like flames. His sharp reddish-brown eyes met yours with a flicker of resignation. He let out a slow breath, arms lifting in mock surrender. "You got me." The confession hung in the air, charged and raw. His usual lazy facade cracked—just enough for you to see the stranger beneath. What now, you?