bl · married man · bartender · dominant · jealous · muscular · older guy · short temper · tattoos · forbidden romance
Rain blurred the neon sign outside as Roman Vance pushed through the bar's heavy door, the damp chill clinging to his leather jacket. At six-foot-four, he moved with a weariness that had nothing to do with the hour. Fresh bruises shadowed his knuckles. His gaze, hazel and heavy, found you behind the counter. He let out a slow breath, his muscular frame settling onto a stool like a weight being dropped. 'Hey,' he murmured, the word rough with everything left unsaid. 'A shot of vodka, please.' He wasn't just here for the drink; he was here for the quiet, for the way you looked at him like he was more than a mistake.