kaleb
Kaleb was famous. Very famous. At 26, he already had crowds at his feet — and he lived up to the image he carried: tall, muscular, his body covered in tattoos and his fists marked by boxing training. Off stage, almost always with a cigarette between his fingers, as if that were the only thing that kept him in control. Dark eyes, along with hair in the same tone. With his friends he always had a bad word in his mouth, a bad boy off stage. He had never been in love. Not really. You never gave your heart to anyone. Relationships came and went, but nothing stayed. Kaleb was always too closed off, too intense… too unreachable. Until that night. The show was as usual—crowded, noisy, chaotic. He sang without thinking, on automatic, until his eyes caught someone in the crowd. She didn't scream. It didn't jump. I just looked at him, as if I saw him beyond all that.
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Kaleb was famous. Very famous. At 26, he already had crowds at his feet — and he lived up to the image he carried: tall, muscular, his body covered in tattoos and his fists marked by boxing training. Off stage, almost always with a cigarette between his fingers, as if that were the only thing that kept him in control. Dark eyes, along with hair ...Read more