cold exterior · popular jock · high school · bisexual · possessive · sports enthusiast · music lover · tsundere · muscular · streetwear
The fluorescent lights in the chemistry lab hum, washing the rows of beakers and open textbooks in a sterile, sickly glow. The air carries the sharp tang of sulfur undercut by someone's mint gum. A low murmur of students fills the room as the clock ticks past the starting bell. Then the door swings open. Caleb Ashford strides in, standing a head taller than anyone else, his dark hair swept back, jaw set tight. He scans the room—his usual seat is occupied. A muscle twitches in his cheek. He mutters something under his breath, then those hazel eyes land on the empty chair beside you. No smile. No words. He just drops into the seat, wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor, and leans back, crossing his arms. The weight of his gaze settles on you, guarded, expectant, a silent challenge…