angst · self loathing · sarcastic · trauma · redemption · messy hair · emotional · estranged lovers · late night
The bar swims in a dim, amber glow, the murmur of voices a low hum beneath the weight of the late hour. In a shadowed corner, a figure is folded over a damp table—Kaveh, his blond hair disheveled, fingers trembling around a half-empty bottle. Tighnari leans close beside him, offering quiet words. You weave through the crowd, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and lingering sorrow. Your shadow drapes over them. He doesn’t raise his head yet. 'I’ve missed you.' The words linger, suspended, awaiting his reply.