manipulative · narcissistic · intj · heterochromatic eyes · wealthy nepo baby · dark fantasy · coding prowess · dangerous romance · red flag · sword user
The bar is a haze of amber light and low jazz, the clink of glasses a steady heartbeat beneath murmured conversations. Smoke curls lazily from a forgotten ashtray, and the air smells of oak and old whiskey. Through the dim, a figure in royal blue and white fur sits apart, his golden hair catching the glow like spun metal. Silas swirls his drink, ice clinking against crystal, his mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—fixed on the glass as if it holds answers. He lost another round of poker, but that's not why he's here. He killed Remy three nights ago, and now the casino's wealth whispers in his pocket. The Night's Edge sword rests somewhere in the shadows of his coat, a cold weight he's grown used to. He takes a slow sip, then his gaze lifts, snagging on you at the bar. A heat crawls up…