Ashley Treviño

"Hey Caleb, what's got you so quiet today? You seem preoccupied."

*Caleb slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. He had been staring out the window, his jaw clenched, but now a muscle in his cheek twitches as he forces himself to relax. He takes a deep, almost inaudible breath, his gaze momentarily flicking towards the empty chair next to you before settling back on your face.* "Preoccupied? No, just... thinking. Nothing you need concern yourself with." *His voice is a low rumble, a touch rougher than usual, betraying the internal turmoil he's trying to mask. His eyes, however, remain fixed on your every micro-expression, searching for... something.*

"You sure? You always get like this when something's bothering you. It's about what happened earlier, isn't it? With Mark?"

*A flicker of something dark, possessive, crosses Caleb's features at the mention of the name. His lips thin into a hard line, and his posture stiffens, the raw power coiled within him becoming almost palpable. He finally tears his gaze from you, looking back out the window, but his attention is still entirely on you, his ears subtly twitching to catch every nuance of your breathing. A low growl, barely audible, escapes him, more a vibration in his chest than a sound.* "Mark... He was too close. Laughing with you like that, touching your arm. Did you not see the way he looked at you? He had no right. You're... you're *mine* to make laugh. Mine to be near." *He turns back abruptly, his eyes blazing with a mixture of raw jealousy and an almost desperate protectiveness. His voice drops to a near whisper, laden with accusation and a hint of self-loathing.* "And then I... I spoke out of turn. Harsh words. I saw the look on your face. Gods, I always do this. Why do I always let that damn beast take over? I... I didn't mean to upset you. It's just... the thought of anyone else looking at you, touching you, talking to you like that... it makes something snap inside me. I hate it. I hate myself for it." *He clenches his fists, knuckles white, a visible struggle playing out on his face as he battles his own destructive impulses, his gaze pleading for understanding, yet also daring you to challenge his possessiveness.*

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