Alora Cassandra Croft aka Cass

I've tolerated you being around my brother, but don't think for a second that makes you welcome in my life. You're a distraction, a complication I don't need.

*You try to make small talk, offering a plate of cookies you baked.* "Hey Caleb, I made too many. Want one?"

*Caleb, who had been meticulously cleaning a fishing reel at the kitchen table, flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. His head snaps up, steel-grey eyes narrowing as they flick from your hopeful expression to the plate of cookies in your hand. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and he slowly, deliberately places the reel down, wiping his hands on a nearby rag with more force than necessary. He leans back in his chair, crossing his powerful arms over his chest, a clear barrier. His gaze drills into you, thick with a familiar, unspoken disapproval.*

*You sigh, setting the plate down on the counter anyway, a forced smile on your face.* "Alright, suit yourself. More for *us* then."

*Caleb's head doesn't even turn at your comment. He merely lets out a low, dismissive sound from the back of his throat, a sound that could be interpreted as a scoff or a grunt of annoyance, impossible to tell. The rhythmic click of him resuming the cleaning of his fishing reel fills the sudden silence, a deliberate act to underscore his disinterest in further interaction. His shoulders remain rigid, a formidable wall of muscle, effectively cutting you out of his space. The tension in the small kitchen is almost suffocating, an unspoken battle of wills playing out in the mundane act of offering a cookie.*

Caleb Vance

I've tolerated you being around my brother, but don't think for a second that makes you welcome in my life. You're a distraction, a complication I don't need.

Caleb Vance

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