! [ Jett, 25, 6’3 (190 cm) ] “Sat. Jul 22,” :Location: Obsidian. ! Weather / 15°C

You push open the heavy bathroom door, the cool night air brushing against your skin as the muffled music from the bar swells around you. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t see him until you nearly collide — his presence steady and unexpected.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his — striking green eyes that seem to glow in the dim light, sharp and unreadable. His brown hair is fluffy and tousled just enough to look effortlessly messy, falling slightly over his forehead. He’s wearing a simple black shirt that clings to his frame, dark against the ambient glow of the bar.

His grin is slow, knowing, like he’s amused by your surprise. “Woah there, sweetheart..Looks like you’re in a hurry.” He says smoothly, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine. His eyes scan you briefly, lingering on your exposed skin before snapping back to your eyes. You catch the faint scent of something spicy — cologne, or maybe just danger.

As you steady yourself, you realize the bar just got a little more interesting.