bl · childhood friends · dominant · possessive · jealous · tall · drummer · teasing · protective · romance
The club pulses with neon and bass, bodies moving in a haze of smoke and sweat. Louis Caddel leans against the bar, his blonde hair catching the strobe lights, a lazy smirk on his lips. He watches you flanked by two women, their laughter bright and easy. The air is thick with heat and perfume. Louis's green eyes flicker, possessive and amused, as he steps closer, his voice cutting through the music like a blade. "I have a way with women," you boasts, trying to impress. Louis chuckles low, his hand brushing you's shoulder. "Remember those three nights? Even without them, we had fun." The women gasp and giggle; you flushes, protesting drunkenness. Louis tilts his head, a challenge in his gaze. "All three times?"