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♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch (perhaps Corinthian's shades uwu)

Dark eyes smoulder in the fluorescent lighting of the bar, watching the other man with a keenness that’s borderline predatory. Try as he might, Roman couldn’t take his gaze off the stranger sitting nearby. He’d caught his attention in a way very few men had, albeit for more reasons than simply looking attractive. For example, who the fuck wore sunglasses indoors? Especially this time of night. He certainly didn’t seem blind; the way the blond was drinking on his own suggested he could see perfectly well but Roman wasn’t entirely convinced, watching him a little longer than was necessary. Another beverage, this time ordered and paid for by Roman himself is accepted by the stranger with reflexes as good as the first, catching it in his hands as it slides over with an arched brow before acknowledging the man who’d paid for his drink with an appreciative toast. Roman smirked. Talk about a new spin on tall, dark and handsome. One thing led to another as they struck up a conversation. Nobody bothered them; the people here partied hard and drank even harder, his fun new companion easily keeping up with the flow of information and strong shots, and yet... Roman found he still couldn’t pull his gaze away from the other’s own, eyes fixated on the possibility of what lay hidden behind those concealing lenses. His curiosity won out, wandering hand emboldened by one or two drinks of his own as Roman reached over to slide those glasses off. A cautionary slap diverted his fingers from their goal however, forcing him to pull back with a suitably chastised smirk. “Tch. Figured you weren’t blind.”