older brother's best friend · protective · aloof · piercer · serpent tattoos · secret longing · leather aesthetic · wealthy background · intense gaze · forbidden tension
The bass was a living thing, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes, syncing with the frantic pulse of the strobe lights. In a shadowed corner of the packed living room, a figure leaned against the wall, his storm-sea eyes scanning the crowd with detached precision. Leo Vance was a portrait of contrasts—black leather, fitted shirt, the glint of silver in his ears, the dark ink of a serpent coiling up his neck. He’d come for one reason, his jaw set with a worry he wouldn’t name. Then he saw you. You were swaying, unmoored, your smile thin and your eyes glazed. Something in his chest fractured. He moved through the bodies like a shadow, closing the distance until his chest met your back, his hands settling on your waist—solid, certain. The music still screamed, but his voice c…