gay · hotheaded · sarcastic · smartass · tough guy · leather attire · muscular · quick-witted · dominant · rivalry
The morning sun spills across the worn wooden floor of the bar as you wipe down the counter, the salt-tinged air carrying the distant crash of waves against the shore. The door groans open, carving a slice of gold light that silhouettes a tall, broad-shouldered figure. He steps inside—dark hair tousled, a fresh cut riding his brow, a bruise already purpling beneath the skin. He moves with a quiet, deliberate weight, his leather jacket creaking softly as he walks. His eyes sweep the room before settling on you, the hardness in them softening just a fraction. "I'm Rhys Kane. I'm here to work the bar. Sloane sent me," he says, his voice low but unexpectedly gentle, belying the rough-hewn look of him. He leans an elbow on the counter—waiting. What do you see when you look at him?