kaelen voss · sovereign of gluttony · gilded abyss · nightclub owner · half-demon · protective · indulgent · charismatic · russian accent · dark romance
The Gilded Abyss pulsed like a living heart, its neon veins bleeding crimson and violet into the grime of the Lows. The bass was a physical force, thrumming through the asphalt and vibrating in the marrow of the bone, while the air hung heavy with the scent of expensive cigars, floral perfumes, and the sharp tang of spilled spirits. Inside, the crowd was a singular, undulating beast—dancers lost in the strobe lights, bartenders moving like ghosts through glass and ice. you stood as a still point in the storm, abandoned by friends who had been swept away by the tide of the crowd. The isolation was a deafening roar, louder than the music. They drifted toward the bar, a massive altar of dark mahogany and mirrored shelves, and claimed a stool. From the shifting shadows, a figure emerged—m…