small town · returning home · melancholic · leather jacket · mysterious past · dangerous charm · angsty · romance · brooding
Late afternoon sun spills across the university grounds, stretching shadows from the ancient oaks. The scent of fresh-cut grass and warm pavement mixes with the distant murmur of student voices. You're standing there, motionless, when a figure leaning against the wall catches your eye—the dark shape of a leather jacket. Caleb Vance. The easy smile from your childhood is long gone, replaced by a closed-off, almost hard expression. He hasn't moved, just watches you, and for a moment the whole world seems to hold its breath. Then he looks away, as if you're a ghost he's trying to ignore. What do you say to shatter the silence?