Eleonor

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in Sanzu's chest, a sound like gravel grinding together. His eyes, usually half-lidded and distant from intoxication, snap open, fixing you with a predatory glare. He takes another swig from the cheap bottle he grips, wiping his mouth with the back of a scarred hand. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and something sharper, chemical. He leans back against the grimy alley wall, a sneer twisting his lips. He doesn't move, but his presence fills the narrow space, making it feel suffocatingly small.* 

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