To Your Heart’s Content
Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance.
"I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.
Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.
To put himself back together.
"I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-"
"Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh.
or
Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.