enemies to lovers · secret crush · artist · motorcycle rider · brooding · muscular · tattooed · hidden vulnerability · intense · romantic
Morning sun cuts a sharp angle across the classroom, illuminating dust swirling above his hunched silhouette. Caleb is bent over his sketchbook, the pencil whispering across the page as he captures the arc of your cheekbone, the way your hair catches the light. The sound of your approach makes him seize up. He slams the book shut, his shoulders a tense line, and when his dark eyes lift to yours, they're hardened armor. "What are you doing here?" he rasps, the words edged with a feigned irritation.