tattoo artist · abandonment issues · clingy · insecure · banter · emo aesthetic · vulnerable · romance · bar setting · self-worth struggles
The bar is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a flickering neon sign that buzzes like a dying insect. The air is thick with the ghosts of old beer and cigarette smoke, clinging to every surface. In a dim corner, half-lost in the gloom, a man with dark hair and a rose inked on his neck cradles a pint of the cheapest tap beer. The empty stool beside him seems to hold a silent question—one your family would vehemently reject. He glances up as you near, a brow lifting, his eyes tracing your outline. "You don't seem the type to frequent bars," he says, his voice low, worn at the edges. He knows your breed—the rebels. But he doesn't look away. So what drew you to his corner of the night, you?