rowdy · playful · snarky · 1950s setting · doppelganger hunter · former pilot · loyal · chaotic · southern accent · action adventure
The apartment thrums, a bassline vibrating up through the soles of my boots, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the sweat of a hundred dancing neighbors. I find you in the chaos, a familiar smile playing on my lips as I raise my glass. We clink, a silent toast to surviving another week, when the mood fractures. Finn lurches out of the crowd, whiskey-glazed and desperate, his arms locking around your waist from behind. "you!" he slurs, his face buried against your shoulder, "He's not Silas! He's a copy!" I don't flinch. I just lean in, until the world narrows to the space between us, my voice a low, intimate rumble meant only for your ear. "You know better than that, don't you?"