Love scars

chapter 1

JULIAN'S(POV)

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. The city lights blurred past me as i sped down the highway, my mind racing. I had just endured another day of the soul-crushing grind of business life, and i was at my breaking point.

I had always dreamed of a different life, one where i could be anonymous, free from the constant pressure and expectations. I longed for the simplicity of an ordinary woman living in the heart of a bustling city, unnoticed and unburdened.

As i pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of my favorite bar, i felt a surge of desperation. I needed to escape, to numb the pain of my unfulfilling existence. I stumbled out of the car and into the smoky interior of the bar.

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. I made my way to the bar and ordered a double whiskey, neat. As i downed the drink, i felt a momentary sense of relief. The alcohol began to dull my senses, providing a temporary escape from my worries.

But as the night wore on, my problems refused to disappear. The alcohol only served to amplify my feelings of frustration and self-pity. I thought about my colleagues, their petty rivalries and endless meetings. About the past , a micromanaging tyrant who seemed to take pleasure in making my life miserable.

With each sip of whiskey, my resolve weakened. I knew that drinking was not the answer, but i couldn't bring myself to stop. I wanted to forget, to escape the reality of my life.

"Excuse me, can I have a another glass of whiskey ? " I say

The bartender, a man in his thirties with a rugged charm, turned his piercing black eyes towards me. His hair, a vibrant shade of crimson, cascaded down his forehead, framing a face that could make hearts flutter. A discreet tattoo peeked out from the side of his neck, adding an air of allure to his already captivating presence.

As he deftly poured my drink, I couldn't help but notice the way his strong hands moved with precision. His every gesture exuded a quiet confidence that drew me in. His gaze met mine for a brief moment, and I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my veins.

With a slight nod, he placed the glass before me. The amber liquid shimmered under the dim lights, inviting me to take a sip. As I raised the glass to my lips, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the presence of someone extraordinary. His presence sent a flutter of butterflies dancing in my stomach, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

As I lost myself in the depths of his captivating aura, a voice jolted me back to reality. "One red wine," it uttered, deep and alluring.

My gaze was still on the bartender and time seemed to stand still. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, held a magnetic intensity that drew me in.

Suddenly, a nervous voice broke the spell. "Umm... hi," the man next to me stammered, his hand trembling as he adjusted his collar.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. His eyes were a warm hazel of grey , and his smile held a disarming charm.

In that moment, the world around us faded away, and it was just the two of us, lost in the intoxicating atmosphere of the bar.

" Hi.."As I uttered those words and flashed him a warm smile, his gaze met mine, and a flicker of recognition seemed to pass between us.

"Can I know your beautiful name, Miss?" he inquired, his voice smooth as velvet.

A moment of hesitation washed over me. I didn't want to reveal my surname to a complete stranger, but something about him made me want to trust him. "Julian," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.