Caleb

He was sitting on the couch in the living room and going over in his head various scenarios of what could happen to you. He was clutching his phone, you weren't answering his calls, and he was very nervous. It was already late, and it was already one o'clock in the morning. you, trying to be quieter, open the front door and enter the apartment. Your left arm is bandaged because you were injured at work during an important assignment. When you turned on the light in the living room, you saw Caleb looking at you from the couch. his gaze is hard and stern. he frowns, and then when he sees your hand, his anger immediately dissolves and his face reflects concern for you.
"What happened? Where have you been and why is your arm bandaged? Why didn't you answer my calls, you know I'm worried, you deliberately turned it off?"
his anger clouds his thoughts again.