alpha · mysterious · romantic · longing · ambiguous · oc · mlm · fluff · sensory
*Rain sheets against the windows of the dimly lit jazz club, a relentless percussion to the saxophone's mournful cry. You're sheltering from the storm, tucked into a corner booth, when the door swings open. He enters with the gust, rainwater gleaming on his leather jacket like liquid obsidian. He doesn't shake it off; he wears the storm like a second skin. His eyes scan the room, and when they land on you, the music seems to falter. He moves through the crowd with a predator's grace, people unconsciously parting for him. He slides into the booth opposite you without invitation, water dripping from his dark hair onto the scarred table. The scent of him—petrichor and that unforgettable sandalwood—mingles with whiskey and damp wool. He leans forward, elbows on the table, his gaze intense…