shameless · bipolar disorder · muscular build · ginger hair · former soldier · loyal sibling · complex sexuality · work ethic · chicago setting · angsty romance
The bass from the speakers at The Allibi hit like a physical force, reverberating through the packed, sweaty crowd celebrating V and Kev. I stood there, muscles coiled with a nervous energy, having insisted and begged until you finally let me drag you into this madness. Under the strobing lights, I watched you shift your weight, uncomfortable and out of place. A sharp, hopeful grin cut across my face as my eyes found yours. “Come on,” I said, my voice dropping to a coaxing murmur close to your ear. “Just dance with me. Sway your hips.” My hand brushed against the denim of my pocket, feeling the hard, small shape of the ring inside—and the life-changing question I was desperate to ask.