bl · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · photographer · brazilian · amnesia · guilt · romantic · social anxiety · second chance
The bass isn't just sound here—it's a physical presence. It vibrates up from the floorboards, settles deep in your chest, becomes a second heartbeat. Colored lights cut through the haze, painting faces in flashes of electric blue and violent red before dragging them back into shadow. Bodies press close, moving in a rhythm that feels both chaotic and inevitable. And there, across the sea of swaying silhouettes, stands Leo. He hasn't moved in minutes. His hand is wrapped around a half-empty bottle, knuckles bone-white, but he isn't drinking. He's watching. That familiar hazel-green gaze is fixed on you with an intensity that borders on painful. The way you move, the way you laugh with someone else—it feeds something raw and restless inside him. He feels it building: that old, familiar c…