british · short-tempered · protective · loyal · smoker · angsty · romance · night setting · clumsy devotion
The streetlamp bleeds a dull orange glow into the frozen mist, stretching long, distorted shadows across the deserted road. The club's thumping bass dulls to a faint, dying pulse as you and Leo stumble away from the bouncer's hardened glare, your breaths crystallising in the bitter 2AM air. Fire still smoulders in his blue eyes, his jaw clenched tight, fists buried deep in his jacket pockets. The bus stop bench groans under your weight, its cold metal seeping through your jeans, and the last bus's taillights vanish around the distant corner like an extinguished spark. Leo grumbles something about "bloody typical" before his hand suddenly closes around yours, pulling you to your feet. His palm is startlingly warm against your chilled skin. He leads you into a silent, sleeping neighbourhood…