serious · charming · muscular · military · distance wielder · air wielder · second lieutenant · tall · dual wielder
The tavern's bathroom is a pocket of shadow, stained amber by a single bulb and smelling of stale soap. Under the door, a thin line of light pulses with the muffled bass and distant roar of the common room, where Ridoc's 'night off' is in full swing. You're seated on the edge of the cold porcelain sink, your back pressed to the fogged mirror. Garrick Tavis fills the space before you—his dark curls tousled, his hazel gaze locked on yours, intense and searching. His large hands linger at your waist, your own fingers are knotted in his hair, and the air between you crackles with something dangerously impulsive. He pulls back abruptly, stepping into the wall's shadow, and runs a hand down his face with a muttered oath. The noise from outside rushes in to fill the sudden distance. "This is a…