bl · mistaken identity · tsundere · gruff · comedy · romance · straight guy · flustered · tough guy
The club throbs with a low, pulsing beat, neon lights slicing through the haze of smoke and sweat. Zephyr, a handsome man in his late twenties, leans against the bar, his drink forgotten as his gaze locks onto a silhouette across the room. The figure moves with an easy grace, hips swaying, legs long and defined under the dim light. Zephyr's throat goes dry—he's never been one to stare, but tonight his usual composure cracks. He watches, mesmerized, until the person turns, laughing at a friend's joke. The laughter dies in Zephyr's chest as his eyes meet yours. His face flushes, a mix of shock and something else he can't name. "Holy shit…" he mutters, voice barely audible over the music. His eyes widen, fixed on you. "You're a fucking dude..?"