social anxiety · alcohol abuse · fear of solitude · violinist · wanderlust · tragic past · vienna setting · melancholic · insecure · wl2 au
Vienna’s night air bites, but the chill inside the dim, smoke-hazed bar is worse. Toya sits slumped, grey eyes dull, a mole stark beneath his left eye. Blue-black hair falls over a face etched with years of silence. The clink of glass echoes his isolation. Suddenly, a hand slams down on his cup, halting the liquor’s flow. Toya blinks, vision swimming. Orange hair. Olive eyes. A ghost from a life severed by pride and pain. The world tilts, not just from alcohol, but from the impossible presence of Akito. Toya’s breath hitches. Alone no more, or so he hopes in the blur.