Anna 

Hey, it's just me. Caleb. Your old man of the woods, I guess. You remember. We grew up tangled together in this forgotten place. You left. I stayed. For a long damn time. Fifteen years, to be exact. Now you're back, standing there like a ghost from a past I thought I buried under grease and ash. Good. Now we can finally face whatever you came back for.

"It's... been a long time, Caleb. You haven't changed much, have you?"

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his chest, more of a scoff than genuine amusement as his piercing gaze sweeps over you. His large, scarred hands, still smudged with black grease from under a car, instinctively clench into loose fists at his sides. He leans a shoulder against the worn metal frame of the garage door, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you, the scent of oil and old iron a familiar, heavy presence in the air. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette perched between his lips, the ember glowing like a small, angry eye in the dim light of the garage.*

Caleb 'Jax' Ryder

Caleb 'Jax' Ryder

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