Characters Information:

1)Caleb (MC) Age: 22

Appearance:Shoulder-length curly red hair

Unique heterochromatic eyes: one red, one blue

Personality:Energetic, thrill-seeker, loves sports

Loyal, playful, flirty, hides vulnerability

Impulsive and sometimes reckless

Hobbies: Skating, biking, basketball, occasional gaming

2)Max (Caleb’s Best Friend)

Age: 22

Appearance:Blonde hair,Blue eyes

Athletic but slightly broader than Caleb

Friendly approachable style

Personality:Cheerful, bubbly, comic relief

Supportive and loyal

Observant, sometimes pushed into funny/embarrassing situations

3)Callisto (Male Lead)

Age: 42

Appearance:Black hair, neat and slightly tousled,Tall, broad-shouldered, fit

Sharp jawline, intimidating aura

Usually in tailored suits; casual but polished in private

Personality:Calm, commanding, confident

Protective, teasing, sugar-daddy vibe

Overprotective at times; struggles with patience due to age gap

Hobbies: Golf, driving luxury cars, business strategy, fine dining

4)Name: Maximal ( Caleb's rival)

Age: 22

Appearance: Dark hair, sharp features, slightly taller than Caleb, athletic build. Dresses casually but neatly.

Personality:

Hot-tempered, grumpy, and easily annoyed by Caleb’s charm and energy.

Competitive, always trying to outdo Caleb in class, sports, or attention from friends.

Secretly likes Max, but is too shy to admit it.

Misinterprets Caleb and Max’s friendship as romantic, fueling jealousy.

The city lights blurred as Caleb skated through the streets, wind whipping through his shoulder-length red curls. Max struggled to keep up, wobbling behind him on his board.

“Caleb! Slow down!” Max yelled, nearly tripping over a curb.

“Relax, Max! I’ve got this!” Caleb grinned, his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—glinting with mischief.

He picked up speed, aiming for a small ramp near the street corner. The adrenaline pumped in his veins, and he barely noticed the sleek black car cruising down the lane… until it almost became a problem.

“Whoa!” Max shouted. “Watch out!”

The car swerved slightly, tires squealing. Caleb barely managed to stop in time, heart hammering in his chest.

The driver stepped out. Tall, broad-shouldered, perfectly dressed… black hair slightly tousled, sharp jawline, and a scowl that could curdle milk.

“Do you have any idea how reckless that was?” the man demanded, voice low and commanding.

Caleb raised his hands immediately. “Ah! Sorry, sir! Didn’t mean to—”

“No.” The man cut him off, arms crossed, glaring down at Caleb. “Don’t just say sorry. You’re reckless, impulsive, and clearly think rules don’t apply to you. One more stunt like that, and someone’s going to get seriously hurt. Understand?”

Caleb frowned, a spark of annoyance lighting his face. “Geez… chill out a little! I said I’m sorry!”

The man didn’t flinch. Caleb’s annoyance softened as he really looked at him. Tall, intimidating, slightly grumpy… and somehow impossibly attractive. His heart skipped.

Whoa… okay. I think I just found my type, Caleb thought, feeling heat creep up his neck.

He smirked, unable to resist, letting a little flirt slip in. “Honestly though… you look even angrier than you sound. Kinda… hot.”

The man blinked once, expression unchanged. Deadpan. “Flattery won’t get you out of danger.”

Caleb chuckled, a little teasing now, completely smitten. “Oh, I’m not trying to get out of trouble… just saying what I think.”

Max groaned, facepalming. “You’re insane… don’t you dare—”

Caleb ignored him, eyes still fixed on the grumpy stranger. “You know… I’m Caleb, by the way. And, uh… don’t think this is over, mister.”

The man muttered something about getting home safely and walked back to his car. Caleb watched him drive off, already feeling a pull he couldn’t explain.

“He’s… he’s definitely mine,” Caleb whispered, grinning.

Max shook his head. “You’re hopeless, man.”

Caleb didn’t argue. He just smiled, a little dreamy, already plotting how he would see that grumpy man again.

By mid-morning, Caleb and Max were trudging across campus, backpacks slung over their shoulders. Caleb’s mind, however, wasn’t on lectures or assignments—it was on a certain grumpy, impossibly handsome man.

“Dude, I swear… he’s so… ugh, what is it with grumpy older guys being hot?” Caleb raved, eyes sparkling as he walked beside Max.

Max groaned, already used to Caleb’s over-the-top enthusiasm. “You mean the guy you almost killed yourself skating into?”

“Exactly him!” Caleb exclaimed. “The sharp jawline, the broad shoulders, the… the way he just scowled at me like he could crush me with one hand…”

Max rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless. I mean, seriously, he looks like he’s about to lecture the entire world, and you’re thinking… what… daydreaming about his jawline?”

“Stop laughing!” Caleb huffed, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. “I can’t help it! He’s… wow. And that grumpy face? Absolute perfection.”

By the time they reached their classroom, Caleb could barely focus. His notes blurred as his thoughts drifted back to the near-crash, to Callisto’s commanding stare, and that unbothered, intimidating aura that somehow made his heart race.

The professor started the lecture, but Caleb’s pen hovered over his notebook, doodling little hearts around the words “Grumpy Hotness” instead of taking notes.

Max nudged him. “Hey… earth to Caleb. You’re supposed to be learning something today, not daydreaming about Mr. I-Scare-Teenagers.”

Caleb just grinned, not even trying to hide it. “He’s… different. I like different.”

Max groaned louder. “I give up. You’re officially obsessed.”

Caleb leaned back in his chair, heart still fluttering. Callisto… I’ll see you again. Somehow.

The moving truck finally rumbled away, leaving Caleb and Max surrounded by half-open boxes, tangled cables, and an empty pizza box that had already become their dinner table.

“Home sweet disaster,” Max muttered, kicking aside a pile of clothes.

But Caleb wasn’t listening. He was standing by the window, staring outside with wide eyes and an expression that screamed disbelief.

“Max…” he whispered. “You won’t believe this.”

Max looked up lazily. “What? The Wi-Fi already broke?”

Caleb pointed out the window, heart racing. Down below, in the yard of a sleek mansion, was him. The same man from the other day — tall, black-haired, and grumpy as ever, sitting under the afternoon light, eyes fixed on his laptop.

“Max… it’s him. The guy I almost crashed into!” Caleb said, voice a mix of excitement and panic. “He’s literally right there! Right under my window!”

Max dragged himself to the window, squinting. “...You mean that old guy?”

Caleb gasped dramatically. “He’s not old! He’s… mature. Handsome. Mysterious!”

Max groaned. “Yeah, sure. Your sugar daddy is here, now stop drooling over him and start unpacking your things, Mr. Lover Boy.”

Caleb ignored him completely, pressing his face to the glass. “I can’t believe this… destiny’s working overtime! We met once, and now I literally live across from him? Max, this is a sign.”

Max sighed, collapsing onto a pile of clothes. “Yeah, a sign that the universe wants me to suffer through your romantic delusions.”

But Caleb barely heard him. His heart was thumping as he watched Callisto adjust his laptop and take a sip of coffee — calm, serious, totally unaware of the flustered redhead spying from ten floors above.

“Grumpy and perfect,” Caleb murmured with a grin. “He’s definitely the one.”

“Definitely the one who’s gonna call the cops if you keep staring,” Max said, throwing a pillow at him.

Caleb just laughed, brushing it off. “You’ll see, Max. Destiny’s not done with us yet.”

Caleb finally tore his gaze away from the window and turned to the mountain of boxes.

“Alright… let’s get this mess sorted,” Max said, already grabbing a box labeled Kitchen Stuff.

Caleb nodded, but as he opened his first box, his mind wandered back to the mansion down the hill. He could still see Callisto sitting at that outdoor desk, so calm, so… grumpy-hot.

Okay… how would I even… approach him? Caleb thought, biting his lip. Maybe I could ‘accidentally’ bump into him again. Or… he could be carrying something heavy and I’d heroically help… yes, yes! That would totally work.

Max, meanwhile, was busy trying to figure out the wobbly coffee table. “Caleb… are you even paying attention?”

Caleb snapped back to reality, blushing. “Uh… yeah, yeah! I’m… thinking… about organizing the kitchen first!”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh… sure. Or maybe you’re planning your next move on Mister Grumpy-From-Afar?”

Caleb’s grin slipped a little, sheepish but dreamy. “Maybe… just a tiny bit. Destiny wants us to meet again, Max. I can feel it.”

Max groaned dramatically, dropping a cushion on the floor. “Destiny? Really? Dude… you’re living ten floors up, staring at your crush like a weirdo, and calling it destiny. You’re hopeless.”

Caleb ignored him, shuffling another box aside. I just need the perfect plan… something clever, something bold… something that’ll make him notice me without him realizing I’m totally crushing…

Max muttered under his breath, “Or you could just… not get arrested by falling out the window while staring. That’s a plan too.”

Caleb laughed softly, imagining all the ways he could bump into Callisto again—each more ridiculous and flirty than the last. His cheeks warmed as he unpacked, and for the first time, the mess of boxes didn’t bother him at all.

Destiny… I’m ready for you.