Bitter & Spice

I pour beer and shots. He crafts artisanal cocktails with unicorn tears. We were rivals in a high-stakes competition, a clash of cheap whiskey and expensive bitters. The only thing stronger than our hatred was the forbidden lust simmering beneath every insult. We both lost the trophy that night, but when the room emptied, leaving us alone in the wreckage of our ambitions, we found a different prize. On a bar top sticky with spilled liquor and shattered pride, we didn't just break the rules—we rewrote them, one searing touch at a time.