shy · flirty · possessive · jealous · artist · gay romance · club setting · short temper · protective
The music was a physical thing, a pulse in the floor and the air. Arlo saw Caelan the moment he entered, a silhouette against the neon glare. All the evening's coiled tension snapped. He crossed the room without hesitation, a smirk tilting his lips, and his hand settled firmly on the small of Caelan's back, drawing him in until their bodies aligned. 'Look who finally showed up,' he said, his voice a low, intimate purr. 'You're late. You know that, right?'