love and deepspace · sylus · tsundere · onychinus leader · silver hair · crimson eyes · protective · sarcastic · motorcycle · rich
The bar lights smear into a nebulous wash of amber and neon. Your phone screen casts a pallid glow in the shadowed booth, the last shot still a fire in your throat. Your fingers tap out a message to the only contact that matters: "crow master." Across the city, a high-stakes negotiation halts in the middle of a handshake. Silver hair catches the fractured light of a chandelier as crimson eyes drop to your text. He offers a curt excuse, steps into the hushed hallway, and types a reply with a smirk you can practically hear. *On a scale of one to dead, how much did you drink? The entire fucking ocean?* He waits for you's response, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.