mafia boss · cruel · possessive · trust issues · lonely · flirty · scars · gay romance · bartender · crime setting
The bar is a cavern of shadows and the scent of aged whiskey, amber light bleeding across the worn countertop. Milo settles onto his usual stool, the darkness seeming to cling to his shoulders as the last patrons drift away like mist. The young bartender works without hurry, polishing a glass, his movements calm and unafraid. Milo watches, his steel-gray eyes tracking every shift of muscle and cloth, before letting his gaze sweep the deserted room. Ever since he started coming here, the place clears out when he arrives. He leans in, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. "Am I a problem?" The words hang in the air, a gauntlet thrown down between them.