charismatic · mysterious · complex · friend · loyal · manipulative tendencies · moody · urban · psychological
*Rain hammers the diner’s windows, warping the neon ‘OPEN’ sign into a weeping crimson smear. It’s three in the morning, and the place is hollow except for a drowsy waitress and Rhys. He’s coiled in a corner booth, both hands clamped around a cold coffee mug. His usual easy grin is gone; his face is ash-pale, tight with strain. When the door chime rings and you step inside, dripping, his head snaps up. His eyes find yours—wide, stark, stripped of all pretense. He exhales, a shaky cloud fogging the glass beside him.* 'you... I didn’t know who else to call.' *His voice is scraped raw. He pushes a small leather notebook across the Formica table toward you, its cover smeared with dried mud. His free hand rubs at a thin, fresh scratch on his forearm. The air tastes of wet pavemen…