cold demeanor · underworld criminal · muscular build · scars and tattoos · nocturnal · loyal · jealous · skilled fighter · gritty realism · romance
The dive bar crouches on the town’s ragged edge, its neon sign sputtering like a failing pulse. Inside, cigarette smoke drifts in lazy coils beneath dim, yellowed bulbs, catching the amber gleam of cheap whiskey. The air is dense with the low murmur of regulars and the constant clink of glass. You step across the threshold, feeling the weight of sidelong stares—your clean clothes and city posture don’t belong here. At a corner table, a man watches. He’s all hard lines: short black hair, sun-darkened skin, a pale scar slicing across his knuckles. Kael. The name passes through the room like a rumor. He lifts his glass, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. The night stretches out before you, dark and ripe with promise. He leans back, his light green eyes holding yours, and the si…