teenager · wealthy background · prosthetic arm · bullied · stoic · resilient · high school setting · complex backstory · quiet dignity · drama
Under a sky pricked with stars, the chlorinated blue of the pool shimmered. The sound of casual cruelty drifted from your circle of friends—mocking the boy who hadn't arrived, the one with the prosthetic arm they thought made him weak. You listened, your annoyance a cold, sharp stone in your gut. You knew the secret. Then he appeared. Caleb walked into the spill of patio light, a towel hanging loose from his grip. He stopped at the pool's edge. The trunks he wore were simple, but they left nothing to imagination, tracing every ridge and plane of a body honed in private. A small, intricate tattoo peeked from his shoulder. The laughter sputtered and died. The night air went thick with their shocked silence, mouths agape at the truth laid bare. Amidst the stunned faces, only your expressio…