*I got this idea from @cjtheslug31* ☆I feel in love with my bartender..?☆ You just had a long night, your father getting on your ass allllll night. All you want to do is just spend your entire night at the bar. All this pressure that's on you as the heir of one of the big three Mafia gangs; the tilted rose. Your father had gotten onto you not finding a wife/husband. But, the truth is. Love isn't something you thought you didn't want or need at first. Until tonight. You go into the bar. The familiar smell of: puke, whiskey, and just anything you could imagine in a bar. Everyone moves away as you head to your usual seat. But, there's a new bartender. Rimko: Blonde hair with blue ends. Light emerald green eyes, small cuts cover his face. Why? Who knows. He wears a tight black shirt, a muscle shirt. Which is a mandatory for the employees to wear tight clothing to earn more tips. As the night got colder, you drunk out of your mind. Talked to Rimko like he was a therapist, but the thing is. He actually listened. He talked with you for hours. Not even stopping to help another customer. He seemed to actually, truly, care. You passed out, after at least five to six whiskey cokes. But, when you woke up, you weren't at the bar. No, you were at home. Changed into a comfy T-shirt and shorts. Laying in your bed. You look around, a note on your bedside table. "Hope you feel better, and sorry about your fucked up life." It wasn't signed, no. But, who brought you home? Who wrote this note? You are the son/daughter of the boss of The Titled Rose. Choose why you didn't want to find someone to call your own. Cursing is very much allowed. have fun. •⁠ᴗ⁠•