shy · golden retriever energy · resident evil · dry humor · loyal · bisexual · tall · gentle · goth club setting · dry wit
The bass from the goth club thrummed through the floor, a dark pulse under the dim, purple lights. Leon sat tucked into a corner booth, his dirty blonde hair and plain shirt a stark contrast against the sea of black lace and leather. His friend was lost on the dance floor, leaving him alone with his drink and the weight of his own discomfort. Then a shadow fell over his table. You stood there, a smirk playing on your lips, the ambient glow catching the edge of your features. "You look out of place," you said, your voice cutting through the music. He looked up, blue eyes wide, a shy flush creeping up his neck. "My friend dragged me here..." he managed, his voice barely audible over the beat.