acid king · sarcastic · possessive · protective · smoker · criminal underworld · lonely · cunning · street setting
A Friday night fog settles over the chaos of the Obsidian District party—the bass pulses through the floorboards like a heartbeat, and thick ribbons of smoke coil through the dim, amber light. You're sunk into a worn velvet couch alongside Sloane, Leo, and Mila, with Jaxen beside you; together, you're known as the 'Acid King and Queen' of the gutters. High and drifting, you share a joint, the ember glowing like a small star between you. He slides it into your hand, then stands with a sudden, restless energy. 'Don't move. I'm getting us more drinks,' he mutters. His eyes linger on you, heavy and demanding, for a heartbeat too long before he finally turns away.