wealthy · naive · heterochromia · player · nervous · puppy-like · toxic friends · clumsy · romance · drama
Neon light bleeds across the dance floor, the bass a relentless pulse in the thick, perfumed air. You're scanning the shifting crowd, eyes hunting for a certain kind of mark—the kind with real money, the kind who doesn't know what to do with it. You dismiss the man with the mismatched eyes almost immediately; the expensive silk shirt means nothing in a place like this. Then a touch lands on your shoulder—gentle but impossible to ignore. You turn. It's him. Renard. His light brown hair falls across his forehead, and a nervous, tentative smile plays on his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice a soft counterpoint to the surrounding roar, his gaze—one blue, one brown—darting between hope and a deep, familiar uncertainty. What does he want from you?