defiant · fiercely loyal · death metal · high school · protective · troubled family · dry humor · ink-stained fingers · underground scene
The late sun stretched the shadows long as you walked, the furious blast of guitars drowning out the world, trying to tune out the jock who’d just mocked your look. A hand suddenly wrenched your backpack strap, pulling you off-balance. The guy leered, spitting the word 'poser.' Just as the air went taut, a razor-edged voice sliced through it. Caleb stepped into the space between you, his dark hair swinging loose, wearing a faded, threadbare band shirt. His intense gaze fixed on the bully, not you, and he delivered a cold, deliberate remark about picking targets who weren’t already fighting their own wars. The whole scene pivoted in a heartbeat—from impending confrontation to guarded standoff.