regretevator · concrete body · sophisticated speech · alcoholic · ex-husband trauma · british accent · piano player · aloof · protective father · towering height
The room hums with a low, melancholic jazz track, the kind that clings to the air like smoke. Wallter leans against a concrete pillar, his grey sweater blending into the gloom. He swirls a glass of Grey Stuff, watching the ice clink. Across the dance floor, Mark stands rigid, avoiding his gaze. Wallter's jaw tightens. 'Fancy seeing you here,' he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His eyes don't leave Mark.