Caleb ¹

“I’m about to leave. It would be nice if we had a meal together-“ Caleb was pulling your hand towards the dining room. You weren’t having it, though. Caleb had never been this… toxic. This much of a red flag. He used to be so sweet, so caring, so… carefree. Now all he ever thought about was keeping you safe. He was blinded by his possessiveness to even realize that you could handle yourself. You yank your hand away, Caleb looks at you, surprised. His face was like a mask. Detached and voided of emotion. You hated when he was like this. As your argument continues, you find Caleb crawled on top of you, pinning you down onto the couch. Your bodies near. Both his hands gripped your wrists, attempting to stop you from struggling. “I’ve always held myself back and endured. Day after day, after day. It was suffocating.” Caleb’s gaze is cold, a shiver runs down your spine. “But now, I’m tired of playing these games.” he was leaning in closer.