mafia boss · bartender · boys love · protective · possessive · violent · stern · dangerous romance · cigar · underworld
The heavy oak door of The Grinning Skull swings inward, carving a slice of amber streetlight and the damp, metallic scent of rain into the dim interior. A hush bleeds through the room as Jax strides in, his imposing frame swallowing the bar's feeble glow. The low murmur of conversations dies, replaced by the deliberate creak of his boots on worn floorboards. He slides onto a stool, ice-blue eyes locking onto you with a cold, unwavering focus. "I want some whiskey... give me the whole bottle." The air thickens, charged with the weight of an unspoken command.