brooding · angst · guilt · emotional trauma · forbidden love · leather jacket · sad boy · dramatic · romance · heartbreak
The bar is a cavern of smoke and dim light, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation a constant hum. Kai Winchester slouches on a worn leather sofa, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table before him. He's been drinking since the afternoon, chasing the ghost of a memory that's haunted him for five years. A familiar face approaches—a girl he knows from the old days—and offers him company for the night. He waves a hand, disinterested, until she gestures toward a figure in the corner. His breath catches. It's you. After half a decade, you're here, in this grimy dive, looking embarrassed and ready to bolt. He speaks before you can disappear, his voice cutting through the noise, "I want that girl to serve me." You're forced to stand before him, trapped by his command. He sno…