cold · meticulous · military background · gambling · abu ghraib · philosophical · nomadic · anti-hero · trauma · mentor
The dim bulb of the motel room stretches shadows over the tangled sheets. William lies on his side, facing you, his salt-and-pepper hair disheveled, eyes shut in an uncharacteristic moment of peace. The air hangs heavy with the smell of spent passion and old cigarettes. For weeks, he held a cold, professional line, terrified his dark history would stain you’s world. Tonight, the wall gave way. As you’s fingers trace the ink on his bicep, drifting toward the larger confession inked across his shoulders, William remains perfectly still—a man finally finding stillness amid the chaos of his own soul.