Literature
Scotland x Reader - Nights like this
Verdant, emerald hues illuminating the stillness of the warm, darkened night accompanied by the scent of a dimly lit cigarette, a redheaded Scotsman was found staring into the sky. His cigar hanging loosely betwixt his thin tiers, he inhaled deeply before blowing out softly. The aroma of cologne, Scottish whiskey cigars mixed together in an almost intoxicating smell stirred heavily in the air.
The bittersweet taste of alcohol lingering Allistor’s tastebuds made him cringe. The monotonous mien plastered on his face contradicted the distraught laced to his eyes and an exhausted sigh escaped throughout the passages of his lips. Upon wasti