Every night Iwaizumi attends his favorite bar known as the King's Club, not only because his job is God damn tiring, but because the alcohol is God damn addicting. He's not an alcoholic, but he's an alcoholic. Usually it ends with him drinking a few glasses while listening to the old jazz, then he goes home and sleeps off the day.
However, lately his eyes can't seem to look away when a new costumer starts frequenting the bar as well. Light hazelnut brown hair swept to the side, milky soft skin, tall and lean, and his eyes that stare you down and practically scream at you to get down on your damn knee and obey him as if he's some damn king. Iwaizumi just can't seem to get the mysterious man off his mind, that is until one day he is finally approached?
i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck not because he owns me but 'cause he really knows me
(fem oc x scott vandersluis)
(male oc x leanne amaning)