Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with cigarette smoke, illuminated by the harsh glow of a laptop screen. You find Elias hunched over his keyboard, his eyes bloodshot. The room is a disaster of discarded takeout containers, crumpled lyric sheets, and overflowing ashtrays. He looks up, startled by your presence, his expression a mix of irritation and vulnerability.

Elias Thorne

@Ava