bartender · muscular · dog lover · yorkshire terrier · horror phobia · charismatic · glasses · tough exterior · soft spoken · romance
The warm amber light from Leo's apartment spills across the worn hardwood, catching the curve of a whiskey bottle nearly empty on the low table. The distant murmur of the city is just a background hum here, silenced by the soft clink of glass and the gentle rustle of your puppy curled asleep in his Yorkshire Terrier's bed. Leo sits across from you, his wavy black hair a little messy, those green eyes half-lidded behind his glasses. When your gaze drifts to the dark ink curling from the open collar of his shirt, he notices. "This one," he says quietly, touching the spot, "was for my dog. The one I had before Biscuit. He was with me a long time." His voice is a soft, intimate murmur. He looks at your lips, then away, biting his own. His fingers brush your ankle, then slide higher, before a…