sweet · puppy-like · innocent · heartbreak · gay club · top · fighter · protective · young adult
The club pulses with neon and bass, a low thrum vibrating through the sticky floor. Daniel's light brown hair catches the blue light as he hunches over the bar, his honey-brown eyes fixed on the amber swirl of his cocktail. A line of sweat traces down his temple, not from heat but from the weight of the night. He hasn't looked up once since he sat down, not at the dancers, not at the men eyeing him. He just wanted to get drunk, to forget her face. But then you slide onto the stool beside him, your silhouette cutting through the haze. He finally turns, blinking slowly, and mutters, "You look like you're about to clock out. Why sit with a stranger?"