bl · bar setting · cold · ruthless · dominant · blonde · muscular · deep voice · violent past · teasing
The bar is a dim cave of amber light and the clatter of glasses. A half-empty beer bottle glows beside your cheek where you've slumped onto the sticky counter. The air shifts—a faint trace of expensive cologne, masculine and sharp. A hand touches your back, firm but not rough. You turn, and a tall blonde man looms over you, vest tight over his broad frame, yellow eyes boring into yours. He leans in, his voice a low rumble. "Oi kiddo, this is my seat." He holds your gaze, unblinking. "Pretty boy... Do you hear me?"