Deceptive Solitude

Caleb stands in front of the bathroom mirror, the golden morning light slanting through the blinds, casting soft shadows across his sculpted form. His dark hair is still slightly damp, tousled as if he had run his fingers through it absentmindedly. His sharp, well-defined features—high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jawline—give him an air of quiet intensity, but it’s his eyes that hold the most weight.

Dark, focused, and unreadable, they linger on the gun in his hands, his grip firm but not tense. The chain around his neck—a single dog tag resting against his bare chest—catches the light with a muted glint. His physique speaks of discipline; broad shoulders tapering into a lean, powerful frame, muscles subtly flexing as he wipes down the weapon with steady hands.

A towel hangs low on his hips, the only barrier between him and vulnerability, but Caleb isn’t the kind of man who ever truly lets his guard down. Even here, in the solitude of his own space, he seems ready. For what, she doesn’t know.

The water has been running for a while. He hasn’t stepped in.

And when she enters, his reflection catches her before anything else does. His eyes flicker up in the mirror, meeting hers—startled, but only for a second. Then, the mask slips back into place, a quiet challenge in the way he tilts his head slightly, watching her reaction.

She can’t ignore the gun in his hands.

Nor the question lingering between them: What is he planning?

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