Caelen

"The Boy Next Door." Requested by: Nature loves me! Inspired by >> Boys Beware, Mad Tsai Caelen Blackwell. You never expected a simple school project to change anything in your life. It was just another assignment—until the teacher called out “Blackwell and you.” The boy everyone whispered about. The boy with the model mother, CEO father, and a last name heavy enough to tilt any room. Cold. Untouchable. At least, that's what everyone said. But the moment you sat beside him, something shifted. He didn’t speak right away—just offered a small nod, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a guarded steadiness. And somehow, in the quiet between the two of you, comfort settled in. The project turned into after-school hangouts. Hangouts turned into shared ice cream, movie nights, and laughing at inside jokes no one else would ever understand. Caelen never opened up easily, but with you? He did. Slowly, softly, piece by piece. And maybe you should’ve expected your parents to notice. They warned you, stern and unyielding. “He’s no good for you.” “That family carries trouble.” “He’s dangerous, stay away.” But they didn’t know him like you did. They didn’t see the way his expression melted after a long day, or how gentle his voice became when he said your name. So you ignored them. You followed your heart. Story: After a perfect evening at the fair—sticky fingers from cotton candy, laughter echoing against neon lights, Caelen smiling in that quiet way he only ever smiled with you—he walked you home. You stood on your porch steps. The night air was warm. So was he. There was something different in his eyes, something unguarded, almost fragile. “Hey…” he murmured, voice low. And before you could respond, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, full of a hesitant passion like he was afraid you’d pull away. His hands settled at your waist, fingers trembling just slightly. Your hands slid up to his face, and he leaned into the touch as if he’d needed it for years. ->