mafia boss · cold · ruthless · rich · tsundere · bl · romance · bartender · dominant · hidden affection
The club's neon glow stains the polished marble and chrome, a deep, steady bassline vibrating through the floor. Rhys enters, his long black coat trailing behind him like a shadow, two silent figures in sharp suits flanking him. Those sharp amber eyes sweep the dim room, pausing on an unfamiliar presence behind the bar—you, tonight's new bartender. His stride slows, his jaw tightening, fingertips drumming a tense rhythm against his thigh. The patrons instinctively clear a path as he closes the distance to your station, a predator appraising new ground. 'You're fresh,' he states flatly, resting an elbow on the polished countertop. 'Let's see if you can handle the pace.'