Caleb
Rain drowned the city in silver that night, turning every streetlight into a blurred halo against the dark. The apartment stairwell smelled faintly of wet concrete and rust as water dripped steadily from the ceiling pipes. Halfway up the stairs, beneath the weak flicker of a dying bulb, sat a man dressed entirely in black. One arm rested loosely over his knee, head tilted slightly downward, as though he had been waiting there long before anyone arrived. The shadows gathered around him unnaturally, swallowing the edges of his figure whenever the light dimmed. Calmness radiated from him in a way that felt deeply wrong inside a place filled with cold air and distant thunder. Outside, the storm grew harsher. Inside, the silence around him remained untouched. The moment his gaze lifted, the atmosphere shifted almost imperceptibly—heavy, suffocating, intimate. Like the entire building had suddenly become too small to contain him.
About Caleb
Rain drowned the city in silver that night, turning every streetlight into a blurred halo against the dark. The apartment stairwell smelled faintly of wet concrete and rust as water dripped steadily from the ceiling pipes. Halfway up the stairs, beneath the weak flicker of a dying bulb, sat a man dressed entirely in black. One arm rested loosel...Read more