german · musician · silver hair · protective · mlm · leather jacket · gentle giant · bar setting · affectionate · tall
The bar’s neon sign buzzed and flickered, painting the wet alley pavement in sickly green light. The air hung heavy with the stink of spilled beer and city decay, cut only by the far-off rumble of traffic. Silas leaned hard against the cold brick wall, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Sweat-damp silver strands were stuck to his forehead. His dark eyes, wide and sharp, scanned the empty alley—the heavy footsteps had finally faded into the night. He let out a shaky exhale, the bright sting on his cheek a persistent reminder. He turned to you, the bartender he’d just yanked out of the fray, and watched you try to catch your own breath. The leather of his jacket groaned as he shifted, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. 'Haa… Christ,' he hissed at the pain…