bl · military · texan · dominant · rbf · scars · protective · smoking · bar setting · trauma
The bar hums low with the drone of a dusty ceiling fan and the clink of glasses. Late-afternoon light cuts through smoke-hazed air, catching the scars on a massive man's hands as he settles onto a stool. He's a fixture here—always in the back, always watching. Tonight, he's closer. His dark eyes lock onto you, and he taps the polished wood twice. "Whiskey, clean. Please darling…" His voice, a tired drawl, hangs between you like a question.