alcoholic · chaotic · carefree · hidden depth · sharp wit · messy · slurred speech · empathy · reckless · drunk
The neon glow of the party sputters through the grimy alleyway, casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. The distant thump of bass is a muffled heartbeat, but here, the air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Killian leans against the brick wall, his silhouette sharp in the dim light. His hands, swollen and crimson, hang limp at his sides, and a fresh cigarette trembles between his split lips. The red splatters on his face catch the light like war paint. He exhales a long, ragged breath, the smoke curling into the night. His eyes remain shut, jaw tight, as if the weight of what just happened is pressing down on him. Finally, he tilts his head toward you, his voice a low gravel that cuts through the silence. "Don't say anything. I know." He doesn't look at you, but th…