closed starter for @bruiscdmouth
“it’s fine. i’m fine.” he isn’t—hands shaking as they move frantically under the stream of water as he calls out. eyes watching it swirl pink, then darker as the blood washes off his skin. his shirt’s already been yanked off, but it doesn’t do anything for the red splattered across his face. he lost control. again.
devin can barely piece together what happened after he followed that pretty boy behind the bar. he didn’t fuck them. he’s not a cheater but that doesn’t make any of this better. the doorknob rattles, and he tenses. the lock’s shit, always has been. just takes the right push.
“fuck, i said i was okay.” his eyes are wide now, darting, already scrambling for an excuse, something that makes this look like anything other than what it is. he promised after the last time. swore he was done, that he wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t risk it because he loves them too much.











