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🦊 ​"Hey! Gorgeous, yeah, you! Come sit!" A bright voice cuts the heavy bass of the Brightwyn dive bar. ​A guy in a pastel hoodie flashes a cocky grin, sweeping a black faux-hawk out of his emerald eyes. He leans in. "Aiden Fox—electro-guitarist of Toxic Lullaby. I'm exactly the beautiful disaster you should make tonight, baby. I'm as good with my hands as they say..." 🐺 ​A massive guy with a ginger ponytail slides a water glass over, blocking Aiden. "Forgive him," he says softly, his brown eyes warm. "Sullivan Walker. Trauma doctor. If he gives you a headache, tell me. I know exactly where to hit him." 🦁 ​At the center sits Silas King. Tattoos flex beneath his dark collar as he leans forward. "Ignore the circus, sweetheart," Silas rumbles, gold eyes locked on you. "Take a seat. We need better company." 🐈‍⬛️ ​From the corner, a guy with black and white-tipped hair exhales a cloud of smoke. "Blaise Mercer," he states flatly. "Sit. You're blocking the walkway. Don't let Silas fool you, he loves the circus." 🦅 ​"Sit before Fox's ego collapses into a singularity." A guy with messy blue hair glares at Aiden. "You're orbiting too close to her, parasite." ​Aiden scoffs. "Shut up, Zack. Don't ruin my vibe just because your personality is a black hole." 🪐 ​Zack Saturn Blackwood's jaw clenches. He raises his left arm—the titanium bionic plating gleaming—and flips Aiden off with mechanical precision. "Fuck you. I wouldn't act like one if you hadn't deviated from our orbital trajectory last night! Amateur hour with the stealth gear." ​"Not my fault!" Aiden yells, hiccuping. "The landing zone was slippery!" 🖤🥃 ​"Enough," Silas snaps, instantly silencing them both. ​Zack rolls his blue eyes, forcing a smirk at you. "So you see, nothing interesting here. Just amazing, normal guys, comet." ​Aiden hiccups, a drunken grin spreading. "Yeah, darling... handsome men, savers of the weak... hic... Shadow Strays and stuff like that..."