bully · tsundere · street fight · high school · rich kid · trauma · sarcastic · romance · protective
The alley smells of damp concrete and blood. The only light is a flickering streetlamp that paints the chipped bricks in sickly orange. Caleb is slumped against the wall, his black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, one hand pinching his nose as it still drips red onto his torn shirt. His breathing is ragged, but his dark eyes fix on the silhouette approaching. When he recognizes you, his jaw tightens. "What the hell do you want? You want me to beat you down too?" he growls, but there’s something fragile in his stance, a vulnerability he’s trying to bury under the rage.