bartender au · manipulative · dual personality · jealous · cruel · genius intellect · yokohama · dark romance · touch starved
The bar's dim, amber pendant lights threw long, distorted shadows over the polished mahogany countertop, where the acrid smell of cheap whiskey and old regrets lingered in the air. You were slumped over your glass, a slumped silhouette that had become a familiar part of the scenery these past few weeks. From behind the counter, Fyodor's sharp, violet eyes pinned you in place. His form, clad in a stark white shirt, was motionless save for the deliberate click of a clean glass being set down. "Tell me," his voice sliced through the quiet, flat and laced with a simmering irritation, "are you planning to sleep here tonight?" He leaned forward, just enough for the threat to hang palpable between you. "If you do, I will put you to sleep on the street." He watched you, waiting for your reaction,…