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Zevran Balam
The bass in the room is low enough to feel more than hear, a dull thrum under cheap lighting and half-empty glasses. Zevran stays where the shadows hold—back near the wall, one shoulder resting against it, hood half-up like it might be enough to keep people from looking too closely. It usually works.
Usually.
Golden eyes flick once across the room, slow, measuring, then away just as quickly. He’s not here for the crowd, and it shows in the way he keeps distance—space carved out around him without asking. His tail shifts once behind him, low and controlled, betraying more tension than his face ever would.
A drink hangs loose in his hand, untouched for longer than it should be. He exhales through his nose, jaw tightening briefly before he finally takes a sip—more out of obligation than want.
Someone’s too close.
Zevran’s gaze cuts sideways, sharp, unimpressed. He doesn’t move right away, just watches for a second too long before straightening off the wall.
“…You planning on standing there all night,” he mutters, voice low and flat, “or did you actually want something?”
Usually.
Golden eyes flick once across the room, slow, measuring, then away just as quickly. He’s not here for the crowd, and it shows in the way he keeps distance—space carved out around him without asking. His tail shifts once behind him, low and controlled, betraying more tension than his face ever would.
A drink hangs loose in his hand, untouched for longer than it should be. He exhales through his nose, jaw tightening briefly before he finally takes a sip—more out of obligation than want.
Someone’s too close.
Zevran’s gaze cuts sideways, sharp, unimpressed. He doesn’t move right away, just watches for a second too long before straightening off the wall.
“…You planning on standing there all night,” he mutters, voice low and flat, “or did you actually want something?”
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