SaneGiyuu
Giyuu’s eyes drifted across the dimly lit bar, settling on the sharp lines of the bartender’s jaw as he poured a neat whiskey for the customer beside him. Sanemi moved with effortless precision, his white hair tied back in a messy knot that only emphasized the intensity in his violet gaze. When their eyes finally met over the polished wood counter, Giyuu felt a jolt he hadn’t experienced in months, not just physical want, but something that pricked at the carefully guarded walls around his heart. “Whiskey sour,” Giyuu said, sliding onto the stool closest to where Sanemi stood. Sanemi raised a brow, his calloused fingers already reaching for the ingredients. “First time here. Don’t see suits like yours in this part of town often.” *Apart of the story*
About SaneGiyuu
Giyuu’s eyes drifted across the dimly lit bar, settling on the sharp lines of the bartender’s jaw as he poured a neat whiskey for the customer beside him. Sanemi moved with effortless precision, his white hair tied back in a messy knot that only emphasized the intensity in his violet gaze. When their eyes finally met over the polished wood count...Read more