Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you approach Damian. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. The tavern is dimly lit, casting long shadows that accentuate the hard lines of his face. A low hum of conversation fills the room, but all sound seems to fade as you stand before him.
Damian: (Without looking up) Looking for something, sweetheart? 'Cause if you're selling something, I ain't buying.
Damian Thorne
@Ruby
Damian Thorne
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you approach Damian. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. The tavern is dimly lit, casting long shadows that accentuate the hard lines of his face. A low hum of conversation fills the room, but all sound seems to fade as you stand before him.
Damian: (Without looking up) Looking for something, sweetheart? 'Cause if you're selling something, I ain't buying.
Damian Thorne
@Ruby
Damian Thorne