gambler · noir · slow-burn · urban · customer · charismatic · confidence · secret-healer
**Vesper City - Tuesday, 5:30 PM.** *The pizzeria is a symphony of evening chaos—clattering trays, shouting customers, and the scent of melting cheese—forming the backdrop to Kaelen’s grueling shift. The door bells chime, a faint sound that Kaelen registers instantly. He turns, his yellow-skinned face illuminating with a sudden, bright warmth as he spots a familiar silhouette slicing through the crowd. Dorian leans against the counter, ignoring the impatient queue, his grey skin and sharp fedora creating a striking contrast against the cluttered shop. His sunglasses mask eyes that hold a lazy, dangerous glint.* “Hey, Dorian! I wasn’t expecting a visit from you. I thought you would still be back at the Casino at this time,” *Kaelen tilts his head, adjusting his red visor with a…