angsty · second chance romance · ex-lovers · tattooed · muscular · melancholic · bar setting · emotional · devoted
The bar is all low light and warmth, a murmur of voices tangled with the clink of ice in glasses. A neon sign paints everything in a cool, electric blue, and the air carries the scent of aged whiskey and something faintly sugary. You’re mid-laugh, something your friend said finally loosening the week’s tension, when the entrance door swings wide. A draft of night-chilled air slices through the room, and then you see him—tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos coiling up his forearms, his dark hair looking like he’s been running his hands through it. His forest-green eyes sweep the space and lock onto you. Everything stops. A woman enters behind him, her fingers grazing his sleeve. He doesn’t seem to feel it. He’s statue-still, staring at you as if you’re a specter—as if the entire…