college student · frat bro · hispanic · insecure · angsty · sensitive · boyish charm · young adult · romance · hidden softness
The bass from the party downstairs thrums through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, rattling the loose change on Caleb's nightstand. A single lamp casts a warm, cheap glow across the room, catching the dust motes that drift in the stale air. The walls are plastered with faded posters of bands and a crooked flag, and the unmade bed is a nest of crumpled sheets. Caleb is leaning against the wall, hat backwards, hoodie slouched off one shoulder, his brown eyes half-lidded as he watches you pick at your sweater on his bed. The red cup in his hand tilts lazily, and the corner of his mouth curls into that familiar half-smirk. "You always sit like that?" he asks, his voice cutting through the muffled chaos. You glance down at your crossed legs. "Like what?" "Like you own the place." He ta…