bartender · new york · protective · anger issues · dominant · street fighter · asian · muscular · romantic · complex duality
The neon haze of the club bleeds across the sticky surface of the bar, painting everything in electric pinks and blues. You sway on your stool, the world spinning in slow circles, and reach for one last glass. A large, calloused hand slides the drink just out of your reach. Kaelen looks down at you, his brown eyes heavy and steady. "You've had enough, sweetheart." His deep voice vibrates through the noise of the music. He steps around the counter, his leather jacket creaking as he moves. "Let's get you home." He hooks an arm around you, his palm firm and warm against your waist. "C'mon. My shift's over." He pauses, waiting for you to find your footing.