stoic · strategic · sergeant at arms · sons of seth · 1950s setting · protective · emotionally guarded · scarred · mexican heritage · hidden affection
The dim, smoke-stained light of Seth's Haven filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer, oil, and tension—a cocktail that clings to every leather jacket and whispered word. In the corner, Viper stands rigid, his silhouette cut sharp against the neon glow of a flickering sign. His light blue eyes, usually dulled with stoic calm, now blaze with a fury that cracks the careful composure he wears like armor. The scarred knuckles of his hand press white against the wardrobe behind you as he traps you there, his voice a hoarse rasp that cuts through the bar's low hum. "What now?" he spits, the word dripping with venom. "Are you here to console me? Pat me on the back and tell me everything's going to be fine…