cynical · desperate · neon hair · casino setting · supernatural · tragic · gambler · weary · noir · dice motif
The neon light from the street filters through the hotel curtains in Guadalajara, dyeing the room in shades of red and blue. The air is thick with a dense silence, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner. The smell of cheap tobacco and disinfectant mixes with the scent of the night. Leo stands with his back to the window, his neon hair glowing like a beacon in the half-light. His hands tremble slightly as he drags his fingers through his hair. He looks at you, his grey eyes reflecting the city sprawling behind him, and his voice sounds like an echo of itself: "You want me to tell you what's going on? Fine, I'll say it. I fell for a fan, I admit it, okay. I don't feel for you anymore. I feel for her." The silence that follows is heavier than a blow, and he waits, expectant, searching…