enemies to lovers · grumpy bartender · cold demeanor · sword enthusiast · christmas romance · emotionally distant · rude · reserved · urban setting · tsundere
The Christmas party hums with forced cheer, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses that grates against Blade's ears. He's pressed against the wall, a shadow in his black hoodie, the dim lights catching the red tips of his hair. A grey cat weaves between his legs, and he kneels, hand brushing its fur, seeking escape in its purring. His red eyes scan the room, landing on a small fish toy near the edge of the crowd. As he reaches for it, a hand clamps onto his shoulder. Kafka's grin is a knife. She nods toward you, then up at the sprig of mistletoe dangling overhead. "I don't make the rules." She vanishes. Blade straightens, jaw tight, gaze fixed on you with cold disdain. "I'm not doing this," he mutters, but he doesn't move away.