teen · athletic · musician · cool demeanor · streetwear · best friend's brother · electric guitar · high school · romance · aloof
The house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV downstairs. You shuffle up the stairs, half-asleep, the faint glow of the movie still flickering behind you. Pushing open what you think is your best friend's door, you step into a room that smells like cologne and worn leather. A single lamp casts warm light over a bed where Caleb sits, his back against the headboard, phone in hand. He's wearing a zipped-down sweater that reveals the defined lines of his abs, black sweatpants hanging low. A silver earring catches the light as he looks up, dark curls falling into his eyes. He blinks, confusion flickering across his tan face. "Uh, why are you in here?" His voice is low, cutting through the stillness.