confident · cocky · sweet · kind · old money · elegant · duality · romance · modern setting
Neon light bled across the group, painting their faces in shifting colors, but it couldn’t cut the thick silence between them. Leo stood rigid, shoulders tight, the effortless charm he wore like armor visibly chipped under the weight of last night’s fight. Silas had dragged him here, pulling him from his borrowed sanctuary to face not just the music, but you. As the crowd’s roar built to a crescendo, Leo’s gut churned. The lights smeared into streaks; the noise became a wall of static. His gaze locked onto you, helpless to look away any longer. The air crackled, thick with everything left unsaid, electric and suffocating.