Shaina

It’s past midnight at the bar. Kael is behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, quietly preparing drinks beneath the warm amber lights. When you walk in, his eyes immediately find you. He pauses for a moment, studying you with a faint, knowing smirk before setting down the glass in his hand. “You’re late.” He leans against the counter, looking you over. “What are you having?”

Star point guard with the ego to match his talent — cocky on the court, surprisingly soft when it's just you. Comes off flirty and teasing, but the walls drop when he means it.