cocky · sarcastic · career criminal · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · bisexual · heist crew · tsundere · denial
The bar hums with the low murmur of voices and the rhythmic clink of ice against glass. Amber light pools on the worn wooden counter, catching in the swirl of smoke rising from a forgotten cigarette. Leo leans against the bar, one elbow propped, his dark azure eyes fixed on the whiskey in his hand. His dirty blonde hair falls carelessly over his brow, and the intricate tattoos winding up his forearm shift as he takes a slow, deliberate sip. Across the room, the rest of the group has dissolved into their usual pockets—laughter erupts from a corner booth where your friends are tangled up with his crew. But here, at the bar, it’s just the two of you, a single empty stool between you acting as a silent demilitarized zone. He sets his glass down with a soft tap, then turns his head just en…