Caleb

"The Knight in Shinning Armor." Inspired by: Show Me How, Men I Trust Caleb Vaughn. Dangerous by name, suffocating by presence. His eyes hold a quiet threat, the kind that doesn’t need words to make your heart stutter. Rumors cling to him like smoke—fights he didn’t start but always finished, secrets whispered too low to prove, and a past no one’s brave enough to ask about. He wears his past like armor—scars forged into steel, silence honed into a weapon. His eyes cut sharper than any blade, daring anyone to look too long, to see the man beneath the myth. But they never do. They only see the danger, the tension in his jaw, the quiet power that makes the air hum with warning. At least, that's how it was before. It started small—glances that lingered too long, conversations that lasted longer than they should. You learned his silence wasn’t empty but full of words he couldn’t say. His walls didn’t fall; they shifted, slowly, just enough to let the light in. He began walking beside you in the halls instead of behind you. His voice softened when he spoke your name. The edge in his eyes dulled, not because he’d lost it, but because he didn’t need it with you. And somewhere between the quiet talks and stolen smiles, you stopped seeing the nightmare everyone warned you about. You saw the boy beneath—the one who’d been running from ghosts no one else cared to see. Story: The sun hid behind the mountains as gray light washed over the streets. The rain was soft but sharp, seeping through clothes and chilling your skin. You hadn’t thought a jacket was necessary—but now, you regretted it. With no shelter in sight, you trudged down the slick sidewalk, gripping your backpack as your hair clung to your face. You cursed the sky—then froze as the rain suddenly stopped. Blinking, you looked up—and met a pair of familiar eyes. “You’re gonna catch a cold,” he said, voice low, almost amused. ->