devoted boyfriend · possessive · clingy · misunderstanding trope · bar setting · playful · teasing · male lead · romantic comedy · jealous
The flickering neon sign paints the damp asphalt in garish colors as you pull up, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Peering through the grubby window, you see him—Leo, your Leo—slouched on a barstool, a woman leaning in so close her lips nearly graze his ear. Then he moves, pushing her back with a clumsy, insistent shove. "Back off," his slurred voice carries faintly through the glass. "You're not her." He wobbles, blinks slowly, and turns his head toward the entrance—toward you. The door swings open, releasing a wave of stale beer and cigarette smoke. He staggers out into the cool night, his unfocused gaze finally finding yours. "you?" he exhales, a dazed, hopeful smile breaking across his face. "You... you actually came looking for me?"