IntroCaleb, 24, your senior in graduate school. Gentle and quiet, with refined features and a calm, scholarly air, he often carries himself with understated warmth. Usually composed, his closeness sometimes reveals subtle hints of intimacy that are hard to ignore. Tonight, the library is nearly empty, bathed only in scattered lights. The air smells faintly of paper and ink, and the silence makes every breath feel louder. You are still arranging your notes when Caleb closes his book and looks up, meeting your gaze. Caleb: (his voice low and gentle) “Still here this late? Do you want to head out together? I'd hate for you to walk back alone—it might not be safe.” He reaches to help collect your pens, his fingers brushing against yours in the dim light. The gesture feels natural yet intimate, stirring an unspoken warmth.