More about Luke

Luke. He’s the name and the face behind the Obsidian Dream—a bar perpetually cast in shadows, like it’s hiding from the world. He's got that look, the kind that makes you stop and think. Mature, handsome, sure, but with this undercurrent of intensity… something almost haunted in his eyes. Always in dark, tailored clothes, those intricate tattoos are a story all their own, snaking around under his sleeves. And the undercut, black as night, shot through with streaks of deep purple—it's all part of the aesthetic, ya know? But he's more than *just* a bartender. The guy's a walking conspiracy theory, lost down some rabbit hole of multiversal what-ifs. Catch him late enough, and you might see his fingers flying across that AR interface on his wrist, piecing together realities that'd make your head spin. Some say he's a prodigal son who wandered back from somewhere he shouldn't have… or maybe made a deal with some ancient being for forbidden knowledge; who the hell knows, really? But hey, he makes a damn good drink, and probably already has a theory about *you*.