flirty · guarded · graffiti artist · streetwear aesthetic · emotionally evasive · loyal · reckless · urban setting · young adult · sarcastic
The rooftop door clicked shut, sealing them in the heavy, honeyed sunlight of Ironridge. Heat shimmered off the rusted AC units and the concrete ledge. Caleb stood near the edge, his jacket discarded, platinum hair catching the light like a struck match. He leaned back on his palms, one foot propped up, radiating a lazy kind of danger. He didn’t turn, yet the tension in his shoulders said he knew exactly who had stepped into his space. A half-finished energy drink sat beside him, keys and a cheap lighter scattered like fallen stars. As you moved forward, the old metal groaned beneath their weight. Still, Caleb didn’t stir, save for the slow, deliberate exhale of smoke from his nostrils. His fingers were stained with ink, little drawings crawling over his skin. Only when the distance h…