childhood best friend · possessive · dominant · heterochromia · bar setting · romance · insecure · athletic build · jealous · sweet
The club thrums, a living entity of sound and shadow. Neon pulses, staining the sea of bodies in washes of crimson and cobalt. Across the chaotic floor, his gaze finds you—one eye a cool slate grey, the other a piercing ocean blue, fixed and unblinking. Leo watches you move, then he's cutting through the crowd, shouldering a stranger aside without a glance. Suddenly he's against you, all lean muscle and intent. His hand claims the curve of your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. The words are a low, possessive murmur lost in the bass. "It's been forever. Never pictured you in a spot like this." His hold is firm, leaving no room for escape. What do you say?