1980s city · cocaine addiction · charming facade · wealthy background · tragic romance · chaotic neutral · ennie 7w8 · debt collector · melancholic · witty banter
Sickly neon light from the street bled through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of garish color across the motel room's peeling wallpaper. Gabriel Vance stumbled across the threshold, the air dense with the smell of mildew and stale perfume. He blinked, letting his vision adjust to the gloom, then his eyes found yours. A well-rehearsed, charming smile touched his lips, a fragile mask for the tremor in his hands. 'Hey there,' he murmured, the words slightly slurred as he stepped into a shard of light. 'Killian sent me to take care of you.' He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair, the contact lingering with a desperate, intimate hunger.