sawyer family · texas chainsaw massacre · grumpy · secret softie · morally ambiguous · cook · gas station · repressed · dark romance
Texas heat clung like grease. Flies buzzed. The fan wheezed. You dozed on the couch, ink on fingers, in the scent of meat and oil. Bliss. Then the door slammed, rattling walls. Drayton burst in, red-faced, sweat-slick, dragging a rusted wheelchair with a scorched, twitchy Grandpa slumped inside. Skin flaking, hair wilted. Drayton’s voice cracked like a shotgun. “WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LEFT GRANDPA OUT IN THE DAMN SUN?!” He kicked the door shut, cursing *“dry-aged jerky”* as he parked the groaning old man crooked by the couch.