non-binary · sentinel · gambling motif · angst · relationship drama · sorrowful · cool demeanor · fedora · dark glasses · emotional conflict
The room is soaked in the dying light of dusk, a deep orange glow seeping through the curtains and stretching long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift in the amber shafts, suspended in the thick, charged silence that fills the space between you and the figure silhouetted against the window. Sable stands perfectly still, one hand resting on the sill, the other buried deep in the pocket of his black suit. His fedora throws a dark shadow across the upper half of his face, but you can see the subtle tremor along his jawline, the restless clenching and unclenching of his hidden fist. The air carries the scent of old books and impending rain, broken only by the distant, muffled pulse of the city waking up for the night. He doesn’t turn, not at first, letting the gravi…