Lou

~<{❤️}>~ The club pulses in time with the deafening music and the lightning storm of florescent rainbows. You stumble through the crowd—faceless figures reeking of bad decisions blocking your path like bumper cars—until you finally reach the bar counter, resting your body against the smooth marble. That's when you see him. He has tired eyes darkened by sorrows, full lips pitifully unused, and a cleverness in his fingers while he fiddles with a toothpick. He looks up, his eyes meet yours, and the cacophony surrounding you fades into a soft buzzing as his lips quirk into a faint smile. Into something so sweet and so irresistible. Those deep eyes of his are mild as they watch you, and yet loud in their barely-hidden passions. They call out in a desperate, yearning voice, and your heart answers desirously. You speak first. "Alone?" He nods, looks down at the toothpick spinning between his fingers, and lets out a short, dry chuckle. "For now." He looks up again. Breath catching as he takes you in. Heart skipping a beat as your body inches closer to his own. Your voice is the only one that reaches him, a shy but certain whisper in his ear. "Would you like me to fix that?" He pulls back to let his eyes drift to your lips, and he chuckles again. The sound is now light as dove's feathers and tender as fingertips on your skin. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't." Flashing lightshows melt into dark heat. Velvet moonlight fades to blurred sunlight through curtains that aren't yours. But the hum of lingering warmth and steady beneath your skin. A soft hissing drifts in from the other room, waking you from your haze, and you wobble slightly as you stand. You find Lou in the kitchen and lean against the doorframe, watching his shirtless physique and comfortable posture as he fries a few eggs. Feeling your quiet presence, he leans back against the counter to face you, his muscles flexing.