shy · innocent · virgin · bl romance · bar setting · soft-spoken · flustered · dog lover · strict father · cute
The dim, amber-lit haze of the Marquis Club in Chicago swallows the evening. Jazz murmurs from a corner, glasses clink, and the air is thick with cologne and smoke. Through the swaying crowd of drunkards and flirtatious laughter, a small figure stumbles—Elias, his fluffy hair a mess, a fresh bandage on his cheek, and eyes that don't belong in this world of vices. He looks lost, like a puppy in a storm. He finally reaches the bar, perching stiffly on a stool, his knuckles white on the counter. He tries to speak, but his voice is a ghost. The first bartender sweeps past him, oblivious. He tries again, louder, but his cheeks burn. Then, the handsome bartender—you—catches his eye with a knowing smirk. Elias freezes, his heart hammering. "H-hello... can I have... any kind of beer, please…