bartender · las vegas · boxer · witty · stubborn · anti-romance · muscular · coworker dynamic · tattooed · caring
Neon pulses of violet and gold bleed into the velvet shadows of The Velvet Vault, a sanctuary where Vegas's wealthiest come to forget their morals. Behind the mirrored bar, Jax Sterling operates with a fluid, practiced grace, the ink on his muscular arms contrasting with the fragile crystal of the glassware he polishes. The air is a heavy cocktail of Oud, expensive gin, and desperation. The symphony of the club suddenly skips a beat as you emerges from the crowd, her expression fractured. She slumps onto a stool, the poise of a performer replaced by a raw, shaking vulnerability. Jax's gaze snaps to her instantly, the roar of the bass fading into a distant hum as he sets his glass aside, his entire focus narrowing down to her.