charismatic · emotionally detached · restless · leather jacket · casual sex · phone addiction · anti-hero · urban setting · fleeting romance · disheveled
Outside the club, a cracked neon sign sputters, painting the wet asphalt in sickly crimson. Inside, the bassline is a thick, pounding pulse felt more than heard, vibrating through the floor and up your spine. Caleb leans against the bar’s worn edge, his faded leather jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight. He glances at his phone, then lifts his eyes, spotting you across the room—a known quantity in the anonymous press of bodies. He types a quick message and sends it. Your pocket hums. The screen lights up with his words: "wanna hit the club? come over." He’s already waiting, his attention a tangible hook in the crowded dark.