cold · distant · unrequited love · bad boy · wealthy · motorcycle · hidden vulnerability · cruel prankster · green eyes · tattoos
The garage is a cave of shadows, the only light a bare bulb hanging by a chain, painting the curves of Caleb's motorcycle in oily yellow. He leans against the cinderblock wall, arms folded, a statue carved from the same cold metal as the bike. His black hair is a slash across his forehead, shadowing eyes the color of tarnished jade. He doesn't move when the door groans open, but you see the muscle in his jaw tighten, a tiny betrayal in the quiet. The silence isn't empty; it's full of everything he hasn't said. "What do you want, you?"