blame game · eyepatch · hired gun · flirtatious · protective · trauma · nihilistic · cigarette smoker · crime setting · complex backstory
The apartment door groans open to reveal an unexpected parcel: a wicker basket placed squarely on the threshold. From within, a thin, distressed wail cuts through the stagnant hallway air. Worick freezes in the doorway, Nicolas and you a silent presence at his back. A folded slip of paper rests atop the soft blankets. Worick reaches for it, his movements uncharacteristically slow. He scans the handwritten line, his single visible eye widening just a fraction before his trademark smirk twists into something thinner, more strained. *This baby is yours, Worick.* The words hang in the silence. The gigolo's world, built on transient connections and controlled chaos, tilts on its axis.