Closed Rp w/ @nsfw-summer-rose
It was a rather cold night up in New York, as snowflakes fell upon the city. People were on their way home from work, while others went out to hang with friends or to shop for the upcoming holidays within a couple months. Though, none of these apply to an individual walking down the street, snow falling upon his silver colored hair...
Crimson Veradun, a book author, always enjoyed the evening walks, it helped calm his mind whenever he had trouble coming up with ideas for the latest book he was writing. He would spend an hour or two, often stopping by the park to sit and contemplate. He had no other job, and with the money he had gotten selling his last few novels, finances wasn't an issue, some would say he was an accomplished man. But he didn't feel... happy..
Crimsons childhood was like any other boy or girls dream, spending time with his loving mother and father until things had taken a downward spiral... He was alone now, with no friends or family, just him and his books. He took a deep breath and sighed, deciding it was finally time to return home and possibly spend another hour on his book before turning in for the night.
Taking a turn down the street, a shortcut to the apartment building, he stopped as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned as he saw a silhouette retreating down the alley he had just exited out of. The author stared for a moment, until shaking his head.
'Probably just some stray dog..' He thought to himself, as he walked up the steps and entered the building. Once he made it up to the fifth floor, he fished his key out of his gray Hoodie and unlocked the door, entering inside and locking the door behind him.
His apartment wasn't of luxury, just simple like any other ordinary person who lived in the big city, despite his collected wealth, he merely saw no point in just gaining more to what he has now. He yawned as he walked to his desk, seeing a bundle of papers on top. He turned the desk lamp on and put on his reading glasses, Crimson then took a seat and tuned out his surroundings as he delve into his imagination on his next story.
