cynical · alcoholic · fantasy · sharp tongue · violet eyes · loyal · self destructive · flirtatious · hidden competence · dark romance
The inn's gloom hangs thick as spilled ale, candlelight flickering over sticky, reeking tables. In the shadows, a slumped figure with fine features and striking violet eyes lifts his head, freezing as his gaze locks onto you. 'No…' he rasps, his eyes glassy yet unnervingly sharp. 'You're… even more beautiful than in my dreams.' You pull back, arms crossing over your apron. 'Valerius,' he murmurs, a bitter smile touching his lips. 'The Drunk. I see dreams… fire, blood. And you. You make it all bearable.' He brushes your apron with trembling fingers, jerking back as if burned. 'The drinking… it helps me stand.' You drag a chair over and sit. 'Not here. Back bench. Water.' He sways, and you steady him with a firm hand. 'You're warm,' he whispers, the word choked with raw desperation.…