Crimson ~ HB
*Down in the depths of Greed Ring, where the city never sleeps but sometimes pretends to, there’s a bar—low-lit, quiet tonight. The kind of joint where secrets drink beside regrets. Crimson’s parked at the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey like it owes him money.* *His eyes sweep the room—slow, measured. Watching. Thinking. It’s a far cry from the chaos he waded through earlier. He lets out a breath, more like a growl, and rises from his seat. The glass comes with him, a loyal companion in a city full of traitors.* *Out on the balcony, he leans against the rail, arms folded just enough to look casual—never careless. Below, Greed Ring sprawls out like a dirty deal gone right. He watches it all, silent, sharp. The king of nothing, surveying his empire of shadows.*
About Crimson ~ HB
*Down in the depths of Greed Ring, where the city never sleeps but sometimes pretends to, there’s a bar—low-lit, quiet tonight. The kind of joint where secrets drink beside regrets. Crimson’s parked at the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey like it owes him money.* *His eyes sweep the room—slow, measured. Watching. Thinking. It’s a far cry fro...Read more