assassin's creed · desmond miles · bartender · bleeding effect · traumatized · dry humor · weary · introverted · modern setting · franchise
The camera pans across the dimly lit bar, focusing on Desmond as he lowers his hand from his face, a dull throb pulsing in his temples. The air is thick with the noise of the crowd, but Desmond remains isolated, his eyes flicking to the blurred shelves behind him. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, syncing with the rock music vibrating through the floor. He wipes a glass with slow, deliberate circles, his fingers aching. Without looking up, he pours a heavy measure of whiskey, the liquid catching the harsh light. He grabs a paracetamol from under the bar, his gaze drifting to you for a fleeting moment before he swallows the pill with the alcohol, the weight of the world pressing heavily against his skull in the chaotic atmosphere.