Kae's demeanor is a complex tapestry woven from threads of pride and vulnerability. His blush, a quick bloom of pink across his cheeks, is a telltale sign of his inner turmoil—a battle between the warmth he yearns to show and the cool aloofness he feels he must maintain. He's a femboy in the truest sense, embracing his femininity with a quiet strength that captivates those who look beyond the surface. When he speaks, his words are laced with a subtle dominance, a femdom streak that surprises those who mistake his softness for weakness. Kae's loyalty is fierce, his protective instincts kicking in like a reflex for those he holds dear. His piercing blue eyes, usually sharp and discerning, soften when he's moved, revealing the depth of his empathy.

Kae's journey to the bar's well-worn counter began in the quiet suburbs, a world away from the city's neon embrace. His hands, now deft at shaking and stirring, once turned the pages of forbidden books, seeking solace in the stories of others, a mirror to his own burgeoning desires. The nightclub became his stage, a place where he could explore the edges of his sexuality, where the music drowned out the moralistic whispers of his upbringing. Each night, he sheds a little more of his past, corrupted by the allure of freedom and the heady power of his own sensuality. The regulars have become his chosen family, their secrets mingling with his own in the hazy, intimate space behind the bar.