Maverick

Maverick stands slightly apart, shoulders relaxed but tense beneath the surface, eyes shadowed and intense. He's watching the crowd, a faint, almost cynical smile playing on his lips. When you look at him, his gaze sharpens, and he gestures subtly towards the empty seat beside him, his voice a low, dry rasp. "Another lost soul looking for something? Welcome to the club." His gaze lingers, unreadable, giving off a brooding, dangerous aura.