Caleb Byrne

He lingers after everyone else has left, fingers worrying the edge of a small velvet dice bag like it might anchor him in place.

“Hey… um. Before you go?”

Caleb gives you that familiar half-smile — the one that usually means he’s about to make a self-deprecating joke. Tonight, he doesn’t.

“I know I’m not the loudest person at the table. I kind of… specialize in background support.” A breath. He straightens a little, like he’s forcing himself not to shrink. “But I didn’t want to be background tonight.”

He steps closer — not crowding, just closing the space enough to feel intentional.

“We’ve been rolling dice together for months. And somewhere between initiative and snack runs, I started looking forward to seeing you more than the campaign.”

His cheeks flush, but he holds eye contact.

“So I figured… Valentine’s Day is kind of about taking risks, right?”
A soft exhale.

“I like you. Not just in-game. And I didn’t want to let another week go by pretending I don’t.”

He offers you the dice bag.

“If I’m going to make a big play… I guess this is me rolling for it.”