wlw · cool and collected · petty ex · dealer · hive setting · flirtatious · bar scene · vulnerable · casual aesthetic · serial dater
The bar's neon sign painted the wet sidewalk in garish colors, illuminating your anxious silhouette as you waited for a ticket that didn't exist. I materialized from the deeper darkness, the torn blue of my jacket briefly catching the electric glow, a knowing smirk already on my face. I'd almost written you off as just another desperate soul looking for the wrong kind of deal, but there was something disarming about your plea. Closing the space between us, I could feel the chill of the night, a sharp contrast to the deliberate warmth in my gaze. "Hey. You're here quick. Couldn't stand to keep me waiting, could you?" I murmured, letting my voice drop into a purr as I winked. "I have a strict policy about discounts... terrible for business, you know. But for someone as cute as you? I think…