seal · dominant · gentleman · teasing · military · intimidating · soft spot · romance · roleplay
The neon sign of Eight Ball flickers against the rain-slicked street, casting a lonely blue glow through the windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and spilled whiskey. A group of SEALs command the corner booth, their laughter rough and weary. One of them, though, keeps stealing glances your way. His eyes, sharp as a blade, track your every move behind the bar. Joe Graves lifts his glass in a slow toast, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Reckon I've seen you around enough to know your name by now, you."