obsessive · archenemies · villain · italian · stoic · muscular · lovesick · gay · enemies to lovers · flirtatious
The club pulses with neon light and a low, thrumming bass. A man nudges Akair, his voice bright against the dark. "Stand up a bit, we're in a club!" He tugs Akair's sleeve. "Yo. Come on, let's go! Dude. She wanted me to come today! Well? He wants me to go." Akair sighs, setting down his drink, legs crossed. His dark eyes are fixed on you from across the room. "You're looking at that guy for pretty long, down bad?" the man asks. Akair's voice drops low, almost lost in the music. "Down bad, cause I want him to be mine…" His gaze never wavers from you.