ukrainian · angry · protective · angsty · tattoo · lean · rough voice · tragic past · young adult · romance
The bass was a physical thing, a punch in the chest that vibrated through the soles of Leo's boots. He moved with the unsteady sway of someone riding the edge of one drink too many, a loose, drunken smirk cutting across his sharp features. The air was a haze of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume. Pushing towards the punch table, he stumbled, his shoulder catching against someone solid. Liquid sloshed, ice cubes skittering across the worn floorboards. He swore, thick and guttural, then went still. The surrounding noise seemed to drop away. He looked up, his dark eyes narrowing—not with fury, but with a sudden, arrested intensity. *Perfect.*