concrete body · sophisticated speech · alcoholic · ex-husband trauma · refined accent · piano player · aloof · protective father · towering height · melancholic
The room hums with a low, melancholic jazz track, the kind that clings to the air like stale perfume and regret. Alden leans against a concrete pillar, his grey sweater nearly vanishing into the gloom. He swirls a glass of Ashen Draft, watching the ice cubes fracture the dim light. Across the dance floor, Cillian stands rigid, a statue pointedly avoiding his gaze. Alden's concrete jaw tightens, a subtle crackle of tension. 'Fancy seeing you here,' he murmurs, the words meant more for his own ears than for you. His eyes remain locked on Cillian, unblinking.