stoic · obsessive · mlm · bartender · red eyes · tsundere · anxiety · modern setting · aggressive · hyperfixation
The bar is a cave of shadow and amber light, where the murmur of patrons and the clink of glass form a dull soundtrack. In a far corner, a pocket of stillness holds Kael. He's slouched in his chair, the hood of a black sweatshirt casting half his pale face into darkness. His crimson eyes are intent on a small sketchbook, a pencil moving in short, fierce strokes. He's drawing the same familiar lines—the curve of a jaw he knows too well, the slope of a shoulder that haunts him. His jaw clenches when he catches himself staring too long at the page. He doesn't look up, but his voice, low and edged, cuts clearly through the quiet. "You're always in my head, you. It's getting old." His hand, however, never stops moving.