bl · biker · reckless · introverted · domestic · scarred · dark aesthetic · motorcycle · cooking · alcohol
The bar was a cave of amber light and shadow. Cigarette smoke curled in lazy spirals under dim hanging lamps, mixing with the sour tang of spilled beer and the sweet burn of whiskey. The chatter of a dozen conversations hummed like static, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and a burst of laughter from the corner booth. you sat wedged between two friends, the vinyl of the seat sticky beneath his jeans, the air thick with the scent of old wood and desperation. Across from him, Maverick was a monolith of reluctance, his narrow green eyes fixed on the table as if it held the secrets of the universe. His jaw was set, the scar on his right cheek a pale line against his skin, and he nursed a glass of something dark with the careful detachment of a man who’d rather be anywhere else.…