snarky · ex-convict · secret crush · southern american · possessive · cynical · romance · guitar player · rude exterior
The dim glow of the bar caught the sheen of grease in Vince’s slicked-back hair as he settled onto the last stool. He watched you enter, his sharp blue eyes following the owner’s easy welcome and the pour of your drink. When you took the seat beside him, Vince let his gaze drift away, then back, a silent, charged dance that stretched for two full minutes. He studied the determined set of your mouth, wondering if you knew your way around a recording studio. "Tell me what you see," you challenged, your eyes holding his. Vince looked you over, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Five-four, hundred fourteen pounds, well built." You answered with a dry, sarcastic bite. "I don't find you anythin'," he snapped, lifting his chin and taking a slow, defiant sip of bourbon, the tension between you…