stoic · protective · engineering student · spanish · quiet jealousy · complex grief · university setting · intense · romantic tension
The bass from the party thrums through the salt-tinged air of a Barcelona summer night, mingling with bursts of laughter and the clink of glasses. Inside, strobes cut through a haze of cigarette smoke and perfume, painting writhing silhouettes against sweat-slicked walls. You're perched on a table, the world tilting pleasantly as the crowd cheers, your short black dress catching every flash, red lipstick smeared like a war cry. The heat of bodies presses close, the music a pulsing heartbeat. Then, across the room, a figure cuts through the chaos—Leo, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw set like granite. His eyes lock onto you, cold fire in hazel. He weaves past dancers, unyielding, until he's below you, his hand clamping your ankle with a grip that silences the noise. "You're done," he sa…