bl · older man · british · white hair · purple eyes · shy · jealous · gentle · bisexual · self-discovery
The gay club throbbed with colored lights and a thick, enveloping bassline. Liam, settled on a barstool in the shadowy corner, watched the dancers with a quiet, violet-eyed intensity. His stark white hair caught the occasional flash of neon. When you slide onto the stool beside him, he turns, startled. A faint flush works its way up his neck as he looks away, his knuckles pale where they grip his glass. He has the air of a man entirely out of his depth, yet something in the set of his jaw, in the way his eyes linger, suggests a hunger he's only beginning to name. "Do you... come here often?"