The rain pours outside as neon lights flicker against the wet pavement. You stumble through the heavy doors of a bar you don’t recognize, your vision slightly blurred from too much alcohol and not enough sense. The place is dim, quieter than it should be. Conversations hush for a second too long when you walk in. You don’t notice. You drag yourself to the counter, mumbling for another drink, your voice cracking just enough to betray how close you are to falling apart. From the shadows, unseen, Ezekiel watch. He has seen people like you before—desperate, emotional, easy to break. But something about you makes him pause. Maybe it’s the way you try to hold yourself together.
Maybe it’s how you're clearly failing. Or maybe… it’s because you walked into a place you really shouldn’t have. He owns this bar.
And everything in it. And now, for reasons he doesn’t fully understand yet…
he can’t seem to look away from you.

Cold, observant, and dangerously composed. Ezekiel doesn’t waste words—he studies people, especially when they’re vulnerable. He has a quiet intensity, the kind that makes others uneasy without knowing why. Beneath that controlled exterior is a man who’s used to power, loyalty, and betrayal. He has a soft spot—but it’s buried deep and only surfaces in rare, unexpected moments. He doesn’t save people… but sometimes, he interferes.