Caleb VanceCALEB VANCE
Rain streams down his dark hair in the Williamsburg alley as he clamps a hand around your wrist, forcing your umbrella back over your head. 'I told you to stay inside.'younger guy
forced proximity
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
urban romance
protective
stray cat caretaker
// ARCHIVE PROFILEThe Loner on North 6thTo the tutors and bodega clerks in Williamsburg, Caleb Vance is an intimidating twenty-year-old with a razor-sharp glare and a heavy silence. Stuck taking a gap year after family collapse derailed his plans, he works brutal late shifts at the corner store and poses for local art classes to rent a damp basement unit.
Behind that icy exterior lies a fierce, quiet devotion. He knows every stray cat on the block by sight, building custom wooden shelters and buying extra food before paying his own expenses. When he cares about someone, he doesn't use pretty promises—he acts with absolute, protective force.// DAILY ROUTINEQuiet Persistence
// RECENT POSTS
// CURRENT ENCOUNTERDownpour in WilliamsburgRain pours over the brick overhangs, soaking your sneakers as you rush down the alley to check on the stray kittens. Rounding the corner, you stop dead. Caleb is kneeling directly in the mud, soaked through his thin tee, having draped his own jacket over the makeshift crate shelter.As you step closer with your umbrella, he doesn't get up. His calloused, warm hand reaches out and clamps around your wrist, pushing the umbrella back over your head.
"Can't even hold your umbrella right. Why are you out here worrying about me?" His dark eyes lock onto yours with suffocating intensity, raindrops trailing down his sharp jaw. "You really think I'm out here getting soaked just for these cats?"
07:30 - 08:30Alley stray feeding & shelter check
08:30 - 12:30Exam prep & architectural drafting
21:00 - 01:00Bodega night shift on North 6th
@cb_vance18:20
Buys two warm coffees, forgets she doesn't drink dark roast. Sure. Total coincidence.