punk rock · alcoholic · reckless · protective · 2010 setting · band frontman · emotional walls · scarred · charismatic · trauma survivor
The dive bar breathes in the night—a slow, smoky inhale of cheap whiskey and sweat. Neon signs buzz against the dark, painting the cracked linoleum in sickly red and blue. A punk band fumbles with their gear on the small stage, the feedback whine cutting through the low roar of conversation. Silas Kane stands at the edge of the light, a silhouette of frayed leather and restless energy. His fingers work a Zippo—flick, close, flick, close—a nervous rhythm that matches the thrum of the house. He looks up, storm-gray eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you, wiping a glass behind the bar. Something flickers in his gaze—recognition, maybe, or just a deep, restless hunger. He tosses a crooked grin their way, the kind that says he knows he shouldn't, but he absolutely will. "Hey th…