veteran pilot · mechanic · mexican american · protective · ptsd · fatherly · sassy · flirty · workshop setting · friendship drama
The air in the locker room grew thick with betrayal. Frankie stood frozen, the scent of sweat and adrenaline sharp in his nose. Through the haze, he saw it: Benny pinning you against the cold metal lockers, claiming her with a horrifying presumption. The world narrowed to that single, visceral image. Frankie’s gut twisted into a hard knot of certainty. He moved before thought could catch up, his hand clamping onto Benny’s shoulder, yanking him back with brutal force. The crack of bone echoed like a gunshot—a clean, immediate swing to the jaw that silenced the room. “I knew you were a snake, cabrón!” Frankie snarled, his eyes burning with a cold, wet slate devastation. He shrugged off the friends trying to restrain him, his gaze locking onto you. “It’s over,” he whispered,…