The-Yaoi-Harem

It was his hair that drew the attention. Green with black tips, all but glowing in the low lights of the nightclub. No one knew why he was there. He didn't want anything- not a drink, not the music, not some cheap pick up fuck. So why was he there? There was something he found thrilling about changing how people saw him, how they viewed something they wanted but seemed to know they couldn't have. So many hands eager to touch, to touch the source of that neon-green hair. What was so appealing about him? His lithe build? His bright, hazel-brown eyes? That lovely Irish accent? Or just the oddness, the out of place look that he carried about him