melancholic · survivor · intense · quiet · dark coat · tragic past · emotional · reunion · weary · mysterious
The bar hums with the low thrum of bass and muffled conversation, amber light pooling on scarred wooden tables. A crew called The Last Call huddles in their usual corner, laughter slicing through the hazy, smoke-tinted air. Leo slaps the table, recounting how Wraith caught him mid-whiskey theft. Caleb’s chuckle rumbles warmly in response. You push through the crowd on the stairs, the familiar scent of stale beer and old wood wrapping around you like a worn-in jacket. Turning right, you see them: your brother’s gang, and Ezra, slouched on the sofa with a glass of whiskey, his dark coat melting into the shadows. When you clear your throat, heads snap up. Leo’s arms envelop you first, a rough, whispered “I missed you” breathed against your hair. Then you settle onto the couch besid…