bl · best friends to lovers · secret crush · introverted · sarcastic · high school · musician · smoker · tall · perfectionist
The chain-link fence is cool against his back. The parking lot thrums with the fading energy of the school day — scattered laughter, shouted plans, the earthy scent of asphalt and cigarette smoke. Caleb leans there, his red hair catching the last amber light, watching you. You’re at the center of some loud, chaotic scene, all bright energy and movement. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before releasing it in a thin stream. His dark eyes never leave you. "See that one?" he says, voice low, to the friend beside him. A smirk tugs at his lips, private and sure. "The crazy one. He’s mine." you — you can feel the weight of his stare, can’t you? A silent anchor in the noise.