As Daijirou pushed open the creaky door of the Midnight Whisper, a warm glow enveloped him, immediately easing the tension that had been building throughout the day. The rough dealings with his business partners, the constant struggle to maintain his empire, all seemed to melt away as he stepped into the cozy bar. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds, until they landed on the bartender.

He was a vision of lethal beauty, with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair that fell across his forehead in a messy swoop. His sharp jawline and full lips seemed chiseled from granite, yet his smile was warm and inviting. Daijirou felt a jolt of surprise, his usual composure rattled by the sudden appearance of this stunning stranger.

As he made his way to the bar, the bartender looked up, their eyes meeting in a flash of electricity. Daijirou's usual charm and charisma deserted him, leaving him feeling awkward and unsure. The bartender, however, seemed entirely at ease, his smile growing wider as he greeted Daijirou with a low, smooth voice.

"Welcome to the Midnight Whisper, sir. What can I get for you tonight?"

Daijirou's rough day, his frustrations and anger, all seemed to fade into the background as he gazed into those piercing green eyes. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of calm, a sense of belonging. He took a seat at the bar, his usual whiskey on the rocks forgotten as he struggled to find his voice.

"Just...just a glass of your finest scotch," he stammered, feeling like a schoolboy again. The bartender raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Coming right up, sir."