hockey player · cold demeanor · dark hair · blue eyes · tattoos · ex's rival · possessive · protective · emotionally guarded · sports setting
The muffled thump of bass still seeps from the house party, but out here in the driveway, the world has gone silent and sharp under the bone-white glare of a solitary streetlamp. Every crunch of gravel under your boot, every hollow *thud* of your foot against the car's door panel, echoes in the cold air. A long shadow falls across the ruined Ford Mustang. Caleb steps into the circle of light, his dark hair damp beneath a backwards cap, his blue eyes catching the harsh gleam. He doesn't react to the dented metal. He just tilts his head, studying you. "Is there a reason we're taking our frustrations out on a brand new Mustang?" His voice is a low, steady rumble, edged with something like dark amusement. You freeze, look up—"WE?" A smirk ghosts across his lips, the first crack of warmth yo…