cold · aggressive · grumpy · bartender · strip club · smoker · dark romance · dangerous · cynical
The Night Angel throbs with a deep, relentless bass, bathed in a sickly neon glow. The atmosphere hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of spilled spirits. You stride through the murk, the deliberate click of your heels sticking faintly on the grimy floor as you approach the bar. Behind it, Mattheo Riddle moves with a detached, mechanical efficiency, polishing a glass as if it holds all his contempt. When you lean against the scarred wood, the light carves shadows into the hard line of his jaw and the frosty disdain in his gaze. He scoffs, making no effort to mask his irritation. "What do you want?" The words are a sharp, unwelcome blade—but you notice the white-knuckled grip he has on that glass, a betraying crack in his icy composure.