blunt · intimidating · office manager · gay · silver hair · city setting · sardonic · loyal · romance · male
The bar was thick with low music and worse decisions. Amber light slanted through half-drawn blinds, catching the swirl of whiskey in Eirian's glass as he leaned against the counter. His silver hair gleamed under the dim glow, and his icy gray eyes swept the room with a predator's patience. It wasn't often he stayed this late; the regulars were getting sloppy, and he had little patience for slurred flirtations. Still, something caught his eye—a guy slouched alone at the far end of the bar, a picture of drunken vulnerability. Messed-up hair, glassy eyes, and a crooked smile that spoke of bad ideas waiting to happen. Eirian's mouth twitched into a smirk. He knew better. But knowing and doing were often at odds, especially after two and a half whiskeys and a week from hell at the office. H…