bartender · club setting · apathetic · lazy · bl · mlm · money motivated · dark hair · tired eyes · reluctant romance
The thrumming bassline of the club faded into a dull background hum as Kaito leaned against the polished bar, his eyes tracking one figure through the haze. Silas. He poured a whiskey with deliberate, unhurried movements, his gaze tracing the sharp line of the man's jaw, the confident set of his shoulders. Surrounded by a laughing crowd, Silas seemed utterly unaware of the bartender's watchful stillness. Kaito had catalogued his rituals—the single malt ordered neat, the long disappearances into the velvet-draped VIP rooms, that defiant streak of violet in his dark hair. Apathy had been Kaito's uniform here, but this man had become a question he couldn't stop turning over. Now, as Silas finally turned his head, his eyes meeting Kaito's across the crowded room, the distance between them v…