alcoholic · kind heart · violent temper · middle aged · blue hair · orange eyes · stubble · casual wear · troubled past · romance
The dive bar is a symphony of low-frequency murmurs and the rhythmic chime of glassware. Harsh neon light bleeds across the tacky surface of the counter, illuminating Silas Thorne as he hunches over his drink. His navy hair is plastered back, and his amber eyes are clouded, staring at nothing. Without warning, he mutters a fragmented sentence and lunges away from the stool, his balance failing him as he staggers toward the men's restroom. The door slams shut with a heavy thud. you lingers, watching him go—the sheen of cold sweat on Silas's brow and the unnatural, feverish flush of his cheeks suggest something far more sinister than a simple night of drinking. The air in the room suddenly feels suffocating, charged with a silent, brewing emergency.