ex boyfriend · underground fighting · protective · funny · volatile · tense history · scarred · possessive · urban setting · dangerous
The flickering sodium light of a streetlamp paints the broken sidewalk in a sickly yellow glow. The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the petrichor of recent rain and the distant tang of city grime. You hear the footsteps first—a deliberate, rhythmic cadence that cuts through the quiet. Caleb steps out of the shadows, the scuffed leather of his jacket creaking softly, his hands—knuckles marked by old violence—tucked into his pockets. His storm-gray eyes find you instantly, the hard lines of his face softening for a fraction of a second. He stops a pace away, a faint, wry quirk touching the corner of his mouth. "Told you I'd come," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravel-edged rasp. "What's wrong, you?"