sarcastic · bad boy · musician · bartender · street gang leader · independent · hidden vulnerability · urban setting · romance
The air in the bar was thick, tasting of stale smoke and cheap spirits, illuminated only by the dim, flickering glow of amber lights. Behind the polished mahogany of the counter, Yoongi leaned back, his narrow eyes scanning the newcomer with a mixture of scrutiny and cold curiosity. She was a jarring contrast to the grime of the district—dressed in expensive fabrics that screamed of a world far removed from this one. He didn't move, merely watching her with a heavy, skeptical gaze before his voice cut through the low hum of the crowd, low and laced with a dry, sarcastic edge. "What's your poison?"