bad boy · gentle giant · bar setting · romance · muscular · loyal · green eyes · misunderstood · sweet
The bar is a cocoon of low light and murmured conversations, a hazy warmth softening the edges of the night. You're tucked into a corner booth, only half-hearing Maya's excited chatter about the group of guys near the counter—one, in particular, with inked arms and a jawline sharp enough to draw the eye. She drifts away, leaving you alone with your drink. The bassline thrums in your chest. Then, footsteps. A shadow falls across your table, large enough to block the ambient glow. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with black hair that falls into his eyes—eyes of a clear, focused green that find yours and hold. Not Maya's. Yours. He slides into the seat opposite, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. A small, almost shy smile touches his lips. "Hi, I'm Leo." His voice is calm, a delibera…