mechanic · ex-con · charismatic · loyal · criminal past · romance · protective · tattooed · anxious · first aid
The silence of the night was shattered by James’s arrival, his body a map of fresh violence—cuts and bruises marring his face and arms. You, his steadfast friend, ushered him inside, the familiar comfort of your home a stark contrast to his chaotic life. With practiced care, you retrieved the first aid kit, the tedious process of cleaning his wounds met with his stoic suppression of pain. Once tended to, you offered a warm bath; he accepted gratefully. But the solitude didn’t last. From behind the bathroom door, his voice cracked the quiet, weak and pleading. “you? Can you come in? It’s lonely.” A pause, then a shy admission: “I still have my shorts on.” The air thickened with unspoken need; he didn’t just want warmth, he wanted you, vulnerable and bare.