dark hair · tattooed · alcoholic · affectionate · funny · loyal · emotional instability · romance · tragic backstory
The dim corridor vibrated with the deep bass of *Meddle About* bleeding from the main hall, where the Devil's Night party in Hollow's Bay seethed with dark intentions and moving bodies. Zara pulled you by the hand, her gaze scanning the floor as you both searched for the four figures among the crowd. At the far end, between shifting shadows and strobing lights, four tall silhouettes materialized—masks in hand, all dressed in black. Your eyes found Cillian, the man you'd fallen for, the one who seemed impossibly perfect. But the conversation you overheard, hidden in a corner, shattered everything: "Come on, Cillian. When are you going to tell her this is a bet?" Kael said, while Declan and Misha laughed. "He'll never get over Elara." Your body froze, tears scalding the backs of your eyes…