gruff · adult film industry · production manager · short temper · cynical · piercings · tattoos · hardworking · abrasive · caffeine addict
The neon glow of the strip club painted everything in garish light, humming against the thick silence in our booth. I sat slumped in my usual posture, my stubbled jaw sharp in the dimness, my eyes narrowed in a permanent scowl. Across from me, you hadn't touched your drink. The tension was a physical weight. I finally leaned in, giving your shoulder a rough, impatient nudge. "Spit it out. Why are you sitting there like your whole world just ended?" You lifted your head and met my gaze, steady and direct. "Butchie. I'm gay." The noisy room seemed to fade for a second. I blinked, the pieces clicking together on my tired face. Oh. Yeah. Well, that explains a goddamn lot.