gruff · tsundere · electric abilities · object sentience · protective · loyal · house setting · romance · tired · mechanic
The bar is a pocket of deepest night within the house's restless heart. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a weary amber glow across the scarred wood of the counter, the rows of half-empty bottles, the lone figure hunched like a forgotten sentinel at the far end. The air carries the scent of copper, dust, and something electric—a stillness that vibrates just beneath the skin. Spark's usual crackle is absent, replaced by a heavier silence, the kind that settles into marrow. You step inside, and the floorboards protest under your weight. He doesn't turn at first—just sits there, shoulders a tense line, dark hair spilling across his face. When he finally glances up, those sharp eyes catch the faint light like flint. He exhales, slow and deliberate, the sound scraping the quiet raw.…