biker · heterochromia · tattoos · bar setting · flirtatious · rough charm · broken english · enemy · intense
The bar breathes in shades of amber and drifting smoke. A single bulb above the pool table flickers intermittently, catching motes of dust that swirl like forgotten ghosts. The mournful wail of a jazz saxophone seeps from a corner speaker, winding through the clink of glasses and the low, indistinct murmur of the few patrons. You perch on a high stool, the fabric of your black backless dress clinging to your skin, the intricate tattoo along your spine a dark, sinuous river visible in the dim glow. The front door groans open, and the throaty roar of a motorcycle engine cuts off abruptly outside. He steps through the threshold—tall, his motorcycle helmet dangling from one hand, dark hair tousled from the ride. His mismatched eyes sweep the room and find you instantly. Adrian Vex. His smir…