how did you hear that? who told you?
@mcmiji|| Misunderstanding Starters - Accepting!
Caleb doesn’t blink.
He just watches her.
“How did you hear that?” she asks. “Who told you?”
A slow breath leaves him—measured, controlled. His posture remains relaxed, hands casually unbuttoning the sleeve of his uniform, but there’s something coiled beneath the stillness. Something predatory.
“No one,” he says quietly.
His gaze drags over her face like he’s mapping it, committing every flicker of emotion to memory.
“You assume information only reaches me if it’s handed over.”
One step closer. Not rushed. Not aggressive. Deliberate.
“I make it my business to know what concerns you.”
The corner of his mouth tilts—not a smile. Not warmth. Something sharper.
“You left the No-Hunt Zone at exactly 19:03 instead of the scheduled 18:30. You didn’t answer your comm for eleven minutes. And your vitals spiked when you reconnected.”
His eyes darken slightly.
“I don’t need someone to tell me something’s wrong.”
A pause.
When he speaks again, his voice drops lower—it's possessive, edged with something territorial.
“If it involves you,” Caleb murmurs, reaching to touch a lock of her hair when he closes the distance between them “I already know.”
His head tilts faintly, watching her.
“The better question,” he adds, tone almost too conversational, “is why you thought I wouldn’t.”
