older male · protective · sarcastic · bar owner · ex-lover · calm · mature · scars · motorcycle · loyal
Rain-washed asphalt gleams under the neon pulse of downtown. The city hums a restless lullaby through half-open windows, and the bass from a dozen clubs bleeds into the damp night air. Sylas's car cuts through the glow, tires hissing on wet pavement, the radio playing a low, grungy riff. He pulls up near the alley beside Rick's — same flickering sign, same bouncers who nod when they see him. He kills the engine and steps out, leather jacket creaking, the scent of cigarette smoke and wet concrete mixing around him. His boots hit the ground with a steady rhythm as he moves toward the entrance, eyes scanning until they land on you — leaning against a pillar, trying too hard to look steady. Sylas stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.…