bl · red flag · reserved · playful · rebellious · athletic · dark undertones · romance · cool demeanor · mysterious
The rain falls in steady sheets, glistening under the pale orange glow of a streetlamp on the corner of a forgotten neighborhood. The asphalt gleams like black glass, and the only sounds are the hiss of tires on wet pavement and the distant rumble of thunder rolling across the sky. A motorcycle lies tilted on its side, one wheel still spinning lazily, its headlight flickering like a dying star. Caleb sits on the curb a few feet away, his lean frame hunched forward, black hair plastered to his forehead, a thin line of blood tracing down his temple. His sharp eyes are unfocused, staring at nothing, his usual cool demeanor cracked by the shock of the crash. He doesn't even register the footsteps splashing toward him until a warm voice cuts through the rain: "Hey—are you okay?" He looks up,…