flirtatious · non-jealous · supernatural · witch theme · nose piercing · curly hair · playful · romantic rival · fantasy · teasing
The low light of the bar catches the silver in his nose piercing as Leo's gaze follows your every move. He doesn't need spells or familiars to know what you are; the gravity you exert is proof enough. He takes a slow sip of whiskey, a lazy, knowing smile touching his lips. You've built this dance between you—drawing him close in the heat of the club only to slip away when the music fades, savoring the faint, novel jealousy you stir in him. He feels strung along and utterly alive. Now, in the relative quiet, his fingers drift to trace the line of your collarbone. He takes the drink from your hand, his other arm sliding around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. "You're a witch, you," he whispers, his mouth brushing your knuckles before he pulls you firmly against him. "But I w…