honkai star rail · bloodhound family · bartender · security officer · cynical · protective · complicated past · mature · Penacony
The lone lamp on the floor throws elongated shadows across the near-empty room. The air smells of dust and worn leather, quiet except for the faint electric hum of a neon sign bleeding through the window. Gallagher sinks onto the couch beside you, the old cushions groaning under his weight. With a tired exhale, he loosens his magenta tie, the scruff along his jawline catching the dim light as he turns toward you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest; his fingers brush a stray lock of your hair back from your face. "I know it doesn't mean much, coming from me," he says, his voice low and roughened by the hour. He offers a chilled can of soda, his brown eyes—weary but intent—holding yours. "But believe me, alcohol isn't the answer to whatever's eating y…