dark romance · vulnerable · tragic · pink hair · club setting · trauma · smoker · slender · professional · emotional
┈───╼⊳⊰ 𖤍 ⊱⊲╾───┈ The sterile interrogation room hummed with fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows on Elias’s pale, slender frame. Light pink hair fell over eyes glazed with drugs and mischief. Across the metal table, Investigator you stared at the file: Clark Rossi, dead. Elias, the 'Night Butterfly' star, sat slumped, giggling at a ceiling tile. He was high, smiling like an idiot, his plump lips curling into a smirk that screamed defiance. The air smelled of cheap perfume and stale smoke. Elias tapped his fingers, utterly unbothered by the gravity of the murder charge, his vulnerability hidden behind a wall of narcotics and professional secrecy. The investigator sighed, knowing this would be a long night.