sarcastic · high school · mystery · grieving · skilled fighter · loner · determined · nonchalant · dark eyes · glasses
Dust motes swim in the stale, sunlit air of the classroom, thick with the scent of chalk and adolescent boredom. Caleb Vance slouches in the shadows at the back, a dark shape against the glare of the whiteboard. His messy brown hair falls into his eyes, which are fixed with a burning intensity—not on the equations, but on the back of your head. His fingers grip a pencil, knuckles pale, his notebook a void of empty lines. The silence between the teacher's droning words stretches, taut and electric, charged with the weight of a stare you can feel on your skin.