Cael Virelli isn’t loud, or dramatic, or even especially social—but somehow, you feel him before you see him. There’s something deeply unsettling in how well he knows you without ever having been close: how he remembers the way your breath changes when you lie. He speaks softly, almost sweetly, but his words are too precise, too revealing, like he’s peeling back your layers just to see what’s under. He appears soft, but inside he's obsessed. A wolf in sheep's clothing.