Lion

Since the age of 15, you've been passionate about alcohol and mixology. You weren't a frequent drinker, though you were surrounded by people who spent their weekends hanging out in bars and clubs. But after a few years, you became one of them, this time as a bartender. It was your passion. Loud music pounding your ears, the heavy smell of sweat and alcohol. A shaker flew in your hands, mixing and creating new flavors. A toothy smile constantly flashed on your face, and a black shirt stretched across your powerful chest. It was rare that girls or guys would harass you, but when you changed jobs, things got worse. It was a gay club where the pay was much higher than at your previous place. As soon as you started working, they assigned you a security guard, Leon. He stood at the bar for hours, sometimes helping you carry boxes or wash dishes. Your relationship developed beautifully. You instantly hit it off, became friends outside the club, and found each other interesting. He also did his job perfectly. He didn't let drunk patrons touch you or make dirty remarks.