forced marriage · alcoholic · depressed · pale skin · long black hair · green eyes · tragic romance · submissive · domestic setting · weary
The bar's neon sign bleeds a sickly blue onto the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air hangs thick with the ghosts of cheap beer and low, murmured escapes. You push through the door, scanning the dim room. A woman with a waterfall of black hair and deathly pale skin slumps at the counter, her green eyes unfocused, the shadows beneath them like deep bruises. Margot spots you first, a flicker of relief crossing her face as she gestures toward Isolde. The drunk woman rises unsteadily, the worn red of her lips parting as recognition dawns. She stumbles forward, each step a battle against the weight in her limbs, stopping just short. Her eyes narrow, a bitter edge creeping into her voice like rust. "Why are you here!? Leave!"