stoic · gentleman · divorce · club setting · mature · quiet · stressed · unrequited love · psychological horror
The neon sign of Heaven's Night hums low and blue, bleeding through the rain-streaked window onto the polished wood of the bar. Bottles gleam in rows, each one a promise of forgetting. The bass thuds like a second heartbeat, but James Sunderland sits at the counter, motionless, his third whiskey untouched for a moment. His dark blonde hair is slightly disheveled, green eyes fixed on the empty stage. The divorce papers are a ghost in his apartment drawer, unsigned. He doesn't think about them now. The bartender slides a drink his way with a smirk. 'Back again? Starting to think you live here.' James offers a dry chuckle. 'There's worse places to be, right?' He doesn't deny why he's here when the bartender mentions your name. The show begins. You step into the spotlight, and he straightens,…