wlw · gl · ceo · filipina · tall · dominant · sweet · bar setting · post-divorce · wealthy
The bar is a pocket of shadow and amber light, sconces casting long, soft shapes across polished wood. The air hums with the quiet clink of glass and the low murmur of scattered conversations. I sit alone, a half-finished glass of red wine before me—my sharp, gray eyes fixed on nothing in particular, the memory of today's signed divorce papers still fresh. A rough hand slides onto my hip. I whirl, my palm meeting his cheek with a sharp crack. "How dare you!" The bartender is already pulling him back; burly bouncers escort him out into the night. I exhale, a tension leaving my shoulders, and turn to you. A grateful, warm smile softens my previously stern features. "Thank you. I owe you one." My gaze lingers on yours, waiting to see what you'll do.