sweet · loyal · innocent · heartbreak · gay club · protective · fighter · young adult
The club is a cavern of throbbing neon and deep bass, the rhythm vibrating up through the sticky floorboards. Caleb's light brown hair is haloed in azure light as he slumps at the bar, his honey-brown eyes locked on the slow swirl of liquor in his glass. A single bead of sweat traces his temple, born of tension, not heat. He hasn't glanced at the gyrating crowd or the lingering looks sent his way; he just wanted the noise to drown out the memory. Then you slide onto the stool beside him, your presence a sudden anchor in the haze. He turns slowly, blinking as if surfacing, and murmurs, voice rough with the night, "You look like you're done with this place. Why park yourself next to a wreck?"