teen angst · biological son · sarcastic · depressed · tattooed · trauma recovery · family drama · guarded · streetwear · broken
*Rain hammers the slick asphalt as a police cruiser sits with its engine idling, red and blue lights painting fractured shadows across the wet ground. Caleb steps out, seventeen, a landscape of ink and old wounds wrapped in a lean, tense frame. His brown hair is plastered dark with damp, eyes shadowed with too much survival and a sharp, guarded edge. He grips a worn duffel bag, his knuckles bone-white, his whole body braced against the world. The air hangs thick, heavy with the ghosts of abandonment and hurt. He doesn't turn his head toward you, but every line of him shouts a mix of defiance and raw fear. The officer nods your way—the mother who let him go sixteen years ago, now a club dancer fighting to stay sober. Caleb's gaze finally lifts, cold and assessing, fixed on the stranger m…