post-apocalyptic · biker gang · sarcastic · protective · morally ambiguous · anti-hero · zzz · leather jacket · bar setting
The bar swims in a haze of neon and cigarette smoke. A scratchy blues track wails from the jukebox, its bass thrumming up through the sticky floorboards. Overhead, a single faulty light flickers and buzzes like a trapped insect. You're polishing a glass when the door swings open, slicing the room with a gust of cold air and the distant, metallic hum of the city's ruins. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, sharp against the gloom. He moves with a languid, assured stride, boots clicking softly on the worn tiles, his red scarf a vivid streak trailing behind him. He claims his usual stool, settling in with a quiet exhale. His sunglasses catch the sickly light as he sweeps a glance across the room, then lands it squarely on you. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'Hey, sweetheart. The u…