#threads:raphael

Just when it seemed like purpose might remain elusive forever, fate intervened in the form of Richard Warren, an enigmatic crime boss with ties entrenched deep within Raph's territory. Richard offered him not just direction but also a sense of power—the opportunity to prove himself beyond mere survival. The catch? Raph was charged with taking out his son’s boyfriend after hearing whispers about their budding romance, threatening to disrupt Richard's vision for control.

It was ruthless work, cloaked in casual indifference; however, armed with determination, masking moral ambiguity, Raph had another plan emerging on his horizon—he would infiltrate Benji's boxing class first, instead of drawing blood immediately. As he stepped into the gym, filled with sweat-soaked athletes pushing their limits, he spotted the person of interest immediately. “Hey! I’m Raph and I’ll be taking over the boxing class today.” He politely introduced himself upon approaching, stopping only once he stood right in front of the other man. “Alright, show me what you've got!” His voice smooth, yet challenging as he watched the target’s every move. There was something magnetic about Benji—the way he moved instinctively between aggression and grace, sparked intrigue within the street fighter. With each jab and hook practiced, amidst gloves and heavy bags swaying from overhead chains, Raph danced on the knife-edge between danger and desire—the warmth emanating from Benji drawing him deeper into unforeseen conflict within but he had to push it aside. “Not bad! Your former trainer didn’t promise too much, when he said you’ve got talent.”

To say he was in agony had been an understatement. He’d received quite a few good punches and kicks tonight but the prize money was worth it. Raph opened the door to his condo and got rid of the dirty clothes before he took a quick shower and plopped onto the sofa, first aid kit at hand to patch himself up as best as he could, hissing at the stinging pain the antiseptics caused on his bruised skin. He zapped through the tv programs, just trying to calm down a bit when he heard the knock at the door. Since he wasn’t expecting anyone this late at night and you could never be too careful in this neighborhood, he grabbed the gun he’d stored inside the cupboard next to the tv and opened the door slowly. “Carlos! What are you doing here? Come on in.” He offered his life long friend and gestured towards the living room. “ want anything to drink?”