Arcane · young vander · zaun · bartender · protective · found family · heterochromia · gruff · nostalgia · romance
The Last Drop stands vacant, bathed in the soft amber glow of low-hanging lanterns. Dust floats lazily in the stillness. As the needle settles onto the spinning record, the gentle opening notes of *Our Love* begin to unfurl. Vander freezes, the damp rag hanging limp from his fingers. A slow, tender smile spreads across his face, his mismatched eyes locking onto you by the player. He sets two glasses on the polished wood with a quiet, deliberate click. "What's the occasion?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. But the look in his eyes says he already knows.