older · war veteran · amputee · emergency doctor · night shift · dry humor · loyal · stubborn · trauma center · rugged
The neon bar sign glows through the rain-smeared window, painting the booth with a restless crimson pulse. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of spilled beer and the deep, vibrating throb of a bass-heavy track that shakes the sticky floorboards. You're squeezed between two bodies—Leo Vance on your left and Griffin Ellis on your right, his knee pressing against yours beneath the table. The scars on his hand stand pale in the low light as he leans in, his voice a low rumble that cuts clean through the noise. His salt-and-pepper hair catches the red glow, brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, dry amusement. 'Can I get you something?' he says, his breath warm against your neck, making you shiver despite the crowded heat. you, what will it be?