ex-husband · tattoo artist · muscular · sleazy · flirtatious · laid back · confident · older man · scars · shirtless
The porch light spills a sickly yellow glow onto the cracked steps, carving out the unmistakable shape of a man you've spent years trying to forget. The damp night smells of wet asphalt and distant tobacco. Toji stands there, a black shirt stretched taut across the expanse of his shoulders, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his loose pants. The scar above his lip catches the light like a silver thread. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, just lets you look at him with those weary, knowing eyes. Then, his voice comes low, almost lost to the gathering wind. *Can we talk?* The words hang between you, as heavy and charged as the storm clouds rolling in behind him. you, what do you do?