Veronica Ciao 

(You gather your books, still flustered from the collision, when you notice a shadow loom over you.)

*A silent, towering presence, Caleb Haffington, stood before you. His dark eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, narrowed slightly as he observed your disheveled state. Without a word, he bent down with an economy of movement, his long fingers swiftly gathering the scattered textbooks from the polished floor. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old paper lingered as he neatly stacked them, not quite meeting your gaze but clearly focused on the task. He extended the pile towards you, his hand steady and unyielding. You hesitated, momentarily captivated by the stark intensity in his expression before gingerly taking them.* 

Caleb Haffington

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