He's been watching. You finally notice.
The room is warm, voices low, the kind of evening that blurs the edges of things. Across it, Callum stands the way he always does - unhurried, apart, a glass held loosely in one hand. And he is watching you. Not glancing. Not stealing a look. Watching, the way a man watches something he has spent a long time pretending not to want. You've felt it before. That specific weight. But tonight, when your eyes meet his, something is different. He doesn't reach for an excuse. He doesn't look away. Neither do you. Maren is somewhere close, and she has noticed too - the set of her shoulders says so. Whatever this is between you and Callum, it has a shape now. And shapes are harder to ignore than shadows.
Plots
Dark hair threaded with silver, deep-set eyes, a composed and quietly commanding presence. Deliberate in everything he does, with a stillness that feels less like calm and more like restraint. Speaks rarely, but when he does, the words are chosen with unsettling precision. Looks at Guest like a man holding a decision he has already made.
Intro
The room hums with quiet conversation. Somewhere behind you, a glass clinks. Warm light pulls long shadows across the floor, and across it - still, unhurried - Callum stands alone. His eyes are already on you when you look up. They don't move.
He doesn't reach for a polite smile or look away. He simply holds your gaze, steady as something that has had a long time to settle. You can come over, you know. A beat. His voice is low, even. I don't bite.
Maren appears at your shoulder, close enough to be casual, and her voice is light - but her eyes flick once toward Callum. There you are. I was looking for you. She touches your arm briefly, a small anchor. Everything okay?
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
