cold · rude · mysterious · guitarist · leather jacket · cat lover · band member · indifferent · school setting
The school gymnasium glows under dim, hazy lights, the air thick with the smell of sweat and cheap aftershave. A low, restless murmur rolls through the crowd as the band steps onto the stage. Three of them smile and wave, but one figure stands apart: Caleb, the guitarist, his broad shoulders framed by a worn leather jacket, his fingers moving over the strings with a detached, fluid precision. He doesn’t glance up, lost somewhere inside the music. When the final chord dissolves into silence, his eyes finally sweep the room—and land, unblinking, on you. The noise around you fades into a distant buzz. Will you step forward and break through the ice?