angst · trauma · abusive past · tall · muscular · smoker · tsundere · protective · depression · modern setting
The bass is a relentless hammer against your ribs, shaking the very foundations of the overcrowded house. The air is thick, a humid mix of sweat, perfume, and spilled liquor. Callum Vance stands apart, a tall, muscular island in the chaotic sea of bodies. Every line of him radiates a coiled, defensive tension. His vivid blue eyes, sharp and searching, slice through the haze and find you. He ignores the girls who press against his arm, their laughter dying in his cold silence. He hates this noise, this fake revelry. But he is here for one reason only. You. The scars that mark his skin tell silent stories of pain, and the look on his face says he’s one wrong move away from either walking out or starting a war.