cold · aloof · boxing · athletic build · disciplined · solitary · ring setting · intense · male lead
Colored lights flash and pulse over the shifting crowd, the bassline a physical thrum in the floorboards. Through the haze, you spot a silhouette you know too well—Caleb Stone. His eyes find you, cold and direct, and a chill slips down your spine. He moves toward you, cutting a path through the bodies, his jaw tight with purpose. When you try to turn away, his voice slices the noise like a sharp hook. Hey. Don't you walk away. What could he possibly want from you after all this time?