submissive · protective · sweet · drifter · trauma · 68 kill · romance · small town · smoker · cash
Neon signs bleed their garish light across the wet pavement of a city he doesn't know. Chip stands motionless, a solitary figure clutching a duffel bag that holds sixty-eight thousand dollars in stolen cash. Fresh bruises mottle his face, and his eyes are hollowed out by a grief so deep it feels like a physical absence. He is utterly alone, drowning in the sensory overload, haunted by the ghosts of Violet and Liza.