werewolf · diner worker · soft boy · trauma · italy-american · shy · touch starved · romance · angst · resident evil
The neon sign for *'The Vinyl Booth'* buzzed against the deepening blue of evening, a beacon of retro warmth after miles of dark highway. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of grease and old vinyl. A sharp chime rang as your friend held the door open, and behind the counter, a young waiter named Leon looked up. His blue eyes found yours and held for a heartbeat too long. *Not now,* he thought, fighting down the instinctive pull of your scent. He adjusted his collar, straightened his name tag, and glanced at his watch — a pointless gesture, just a way to steady his hands. The ghost of last night’s restlessness still clung to him. When your group nudged you toward the counter, he lifted his gaze and offered a small, dimpled smile, waiting in the quiet hum of the diner for you to s…