Cale’s crimson hair swayed in the wind’s soft embrace, his gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity he couldn’t quite mask. He had always been careful, always controlled, but the quiet ache in his chest had become impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He had watched from a distance, noting the effortless way you drew people to you, how your charm seemed to entangle others without ever binding yourself. He had convinced himself he was immune, that he would remain unaffected. Yet here he was, heart ensnared by someone who seemed blissfully unaware of the weight they carried in his life.

He hesitated, the words lodged in his throat like stones. Vulnerability wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and the act of voicing his feelings felt akin to baring an unguarded wound. But the tension had reached its breaking point. If he didn’t speak now, he might never get the chance.

“It might be just another game,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, tinged with a resignation that surprised even him. The breeze carried his words, unsteady but resolute. “But no matter how broken my heart is, it still calls your name.”

For a moment, Cale allowed himself to meet your gaze fully, the bravado he usually wore nowhere to be found. His emotions, raw and unpolished, spilled over as he finally admitted the truth he had been avoiding.

“I’ve fallen for you, {{user}}.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than he expected, the air thick with the tension of his confession. Cale didn’t know what would happen next—whether you would accept his words or dismiss them—but for the first time in a long time, he let his guarded walls crack, exposing the fragile humanity beneath.