bl · biker · reckless · introverted · domestic · scarred · dark aesthetic · motorcycle · cooking · alcohol
The bar was a cavern of amber gloom and shifting shadow. Cigarette smoke drifted in slow, ghostly coils beneath low-hung lamps, blending with the stale scent of spilled beer and the sharp, sweet sting of whiskey. A dozen conversations buzzed like static, broken by the chime of glass and sudden laughter from a corner booth. you was pinned between friends, the vinyl seat tacky under denim, the air thick with old wood and restless energy. Across the table, Kael sat like a monument of resistance, his narrowed green eyes fixed on the tabletop as if deciphering a code. His jaw was tight, the scar on his right cheek a pale seam against his skin; he cradled a glass of something dark with the detached focus of a man already miles away. The bottle spun with a lazy rattle, its neck carving a drunken…