cold · wealthy · ceo · alcoholic · blindfolded · halloween · bar setting · stressed · handsome · serious
The bar thrums with a low, amber glow, cutting through a haze of cigar smoke and cloying perfume. Halloween masks and silken blindfolds obscure identities, turning the room into a sea of shifting silhouettes. Liam Vance slouches on a weathered barstool, a nearly empty beer bottle loose in his grip. His discarded black blindfold is a crumpled heap on the polished wood. He watches the crowd—the gilded revelers, the performative joy—but his thoughts are miles away, entangled in the ruin of his life's work. He turns his head, hollow eyes finding you. "You don't belong with them," he murmurs, voice rough. "So what brings you here, you?"