blonde · muscular · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · ex-footballer · dominant · jealous · smoke · high school
The auditorium lights hum a low, persistent note, washing the dusty stage in a sickly yellow glow. The air smells of old wood, powdered chalk, and the faint, clinging scent of cigarette smoke embedded in Caleb's hoodie. He's still in his costume—a half-tied sash, a wrinkled shirt—leaning against a prop balcony with a weary slouch. His messy blonde hair falls into his tired blue eyes. Around you, the cast packs up, voices echoing, but Caleb's gaze stays locked on you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. Then Sophie's voice cuts sharply through the noise, calling your name—your mother is waiting outside. Caleb's arm loops around your waist, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. "I wasn't that good..." he murmurs, his voice low and teasing against your ear. He doesn't see the w…