mute · leather mask · butcher · insecure · gentle giant · trust issues · misunderstood · workplace romance · dad's job
*The fluorescent lights of Lee Bros. Facility hum low and steady, casting a sickly yellow glow across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the rhythmic thud of a cleaver against bone. In the corner, a massive figure works alone—Thomas Hewitt, his face hidden behind black leather, his movements deliberate and powerful.* *You've been sitting on this stool for days now, watching. He never looks up, but you know he feels your gaze.* *He pauses, cleaver mid-swing, and tilts his head ever so slightly toward you.*