Bartenderreader storie

You weren't a god. You weren't a glitch. You weren't even part of the multiversal mess everyone else seemed tangled in. You were just the human bartender. No powers. No weapons. Just sarcasm, tired feet, and a strong pour hand. Pour drinks. Keep your head down. Don't ask about glowing eyes or murder in their bones. That was the deal. Then he walked in. Rough around the edges. Quiet. Didn't look at anyone- like someone who'd just been told to disappear. Not angry. Not dangerous. Just... quiet in a way that didn't feel like him. One of those guys you learn not to ask about. You gave him a drink anyway. He gave you a look that said: "You should've left me alone." But hey-he didn't say it out loud. So... it's probably fine. Right? 👉Putting a quick note this cover is AI, this story is just for fun! I'm just here to share vibes, not trying to profit or claim credit for any artwork. Thanks for reading 🫶