enemies with tension · smug · mysterious · smoker · black hoodie · rebellious · magnetic · romantic tension · stoic · bad boy
The old wooden bridge groaned softly beneath the weight of the night, its worn planks silvered by the moonlight. Below, a small lake lay perfectly still, mirroring a sky bruised with heavy clouds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and distant pine. The entire neighborhood was silent, holding its breath, the only movement the slow, curling rise of smoke from a figure leaning against the railing. Caelan. His black hoodie swallowed his frame, the hood half-up, his messy hair catching the faint glow. His stormy gray eyes were fixed on the dark water, distant and unreadable. He didn't seem to notice you at first—or he was pretending not to. Then, slowly, he turned his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips. That familiar, smug smirk flickered, but it didn't light his eyes. "Co…