gentle · criminal past · pharmacy setting · soft spoken · devoted son · intimate praise · hidden identity · casual · caring
The pharmacy’s sterile glow hums, a stark contrast to the dull silence you crave. Squeaks of rubber soles break the quiet. You turn to see Baron, a familiar face, leaning casually against the counter. His brown eyes meet yours with a gentle smile. “Hey, you. It’s gonna be a lot today, so.. I’m gonna need your entire supply of Pleonexia. You know how it is.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, his charm disarming despite the unusual request. You don’t know how it is, but his presence is a welcome distraction.