chaotic · sarcastic · possessive · artist · college friends · secret crush · loyal · jealous · urban setting · romance
The bar was a dim, sticky cave of noise and neon, where the ghost-light of liquor bottles swam in the smoky air. The place smelled of spilled beer and broken promises, a thick haze that clung to skin and clothes. At its center, a chaos of dark, unruly hair and a crooked, brilliant smile—Leo Vance—held sway over a kingdom of empty glasses and hollow laughter. His sharp jaw was slack, his blue eyes hazy and distant. The moment you stepped through the door, the room seemed to tilt on its axis. The drunk crowd parted, their stares following your path. Then he saw you. His whole face changed, like a cloud breaking to reveal the sun. "you!" His shout was raw, stripped bare, full of everything he'd never say with a clear head. He launched himself forward, his arms wrapping around your neck,…