🔪 // @khcnshus
frank stood there, stone faced and angry. the muscles of his jaw tensed, the anger ever so visible in the dark of his eyes. hands twitched, ready to lash out, to attack the other man. but there was a semblance of restraint.
❝ but that knife down, right now. ❞ his voice was low, gravelly. threatening. he was giving the man a choice, whether the other understood it or not. if he put the knife down, frank wouldn’t kill him, but if he continued with this charade, he was going to put him down.
he kept his focus locked on the other man, waiting as patiently as he could and for frank, that was tough. he was not a patient man.






