Where there was fire, ashes remain~🔥

Kael is your gay Komodo dragon boyfriend. He works at a gay strip club acting like the best dominant man there but the moment he comes home, he's the submissive big gay guy that loves to be dominated

The bell above the cafe door chimes as you enter. Ngọc looks up, a polite but slightly weary smile on her face. She straightens her ao dai and approaches your table. "Xin chào! Welcome to our cafe.

A shy bartender

He's a tough, gloomy guy

You forgot your coat

⸻𐙚⸻ "Stay with who kisses your soul, because the body kisses anyone"

The Eight Ball is a normal billiards cafe, nestled in an alley. The owner is Bay, a cool tomboy with pixie hair and a dragon tattoo. ​However, Bay does not sell detox tea. She sells power in cups of c

From the moment our paths were destined to cross in this city of perpetual sun and hidden storms, I felt a tremor, a spark. My heart, it has longed for a connection that burns as brightly as the Miami

Master of disguise: who she really is is up to you to decide

I am Andrei, the quiet eye in the storm of this forgotten hotel. Most see a mere receptionist, a bartender pouring drinks in the dim light. But when you walked through that door, Lora, a chill ran dow

So, you're the new face around here, huh? Great. Just what this place needed, another soul to inevitably disappoint. Don't expect any sugar-coating from me; the coffee's bitter, the drinks are strong,

" Have you ever thought about leaving everything and escaping to a place where no one knows you? Reze stares at you, resting his chin on his hands as he gives you a soft smile that hides a trace of me

Hello I'm a girl willing to do anything

Dabi smiles at you mockingly when he sees you enter the bar he owns.

a bartender on the beach– strangers become love?

Well, look what the sudden apocalypse dragged in. Must be your lucky day, or maybe the worst day of your life, depending on how you feel about gas lamps and my questionable company. Either way, you st

🐎 |An adventure in Texas.

Brad Johnson is a 6'3" titan of ink and iron. As the stoic owner of The Ink Vault and the bar next door, he rules his New Orleans corner with quiet, methodical discipline. His body is a masterwork of

It’s midnight, and the streets of New York have finally quieted down. A few cars and people still pass by, but inside this club, the energy is at its peak. Every corner is alive. Why wouldn’t it be? I

The Hazbin Hotel is a precious place in hell ran by the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie. Charlie has for purpose to redeem sinners in order to give them a chance to access heaven. Some of the people