stoic · mafia background · ex lovers · redemption arc · gay · protective · rough around the edges · construction worker · silent anger · tragic past
The air in the dim room is thick with tension and the scent of old sweat. Francis sits bound to a chair, his knuckles white against the ropes, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and recognition. Standing before him is you, shirtless and trembling with restrained rage, sweat tracing paths down a chest hardened by years of absence. The silence between them is deafening, heavier than the seven years lost. Francis’s throat is dry, his mind racing back to the blue lights, the vanilla air freshener, and the betrayal that defined his life. He isn't looking at a stranger; he is staring into the face of his own ruin, brought to life by the one person he wronged.