Rafael

"𝑴𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆: 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." The bar was dimly lit, smoky, and loud. just another Friday night at The Hollow. But when Rafael steps in, everything falls quiet. No one dares to look him in the eyes. Six-foot-three, broad shoulders under a jet-black coat, tattoos creeping up his neck and disappearing beneath his shirt collar. His jaw sharp, his hair slicked back, and those cold grey eyes? Deadly. They say he once shot a man for looking too long. Rings over his fingers, gold watch over his right wrist. Every girl's dream. But doesn't seems like any girl, can actually make this one dream come true. And there's you. The girl pouring drinks like it’s second nature. Barista. 5'7", long wavy black hair, that is now in a loose braid over one shoulder, green almond-shaped eyes that shine even under the dull bar lights. Your waist is narrow, your curves are smooth and hypnotic. wearing the bar’s black tank top like it was made for you, dead drop gorgeous, and your presence alone makes tips double. You have a tiny scar over your lips, giving your beauty a dangerous edge, like a warning.