there is a truth sitting in his throat that leaves him gagging , singed by the acid of this unpleasant bile he so naturally knows to repress. how will he tell him ? how will he admit to his transgressions without baring his breast to the vulnerability he has long kept tucked inside him ? he doesn’t know , but he must. it can’t be avoided this time.
it happens like this : one man , one beast ; the beast bares his teeth for too long , thinking there will be no consequence to his actions. the man thinks otherwise. a truck carrying some very valuable substances disappears without a trace. then , the police swarmed the scene of a robbery before the robbers even got there. two of the man’s workers are arrested and are found dead in their holding cells the next day. the line is drawn , red and shaking with loss. the beast wins.
the door to his office is open today , surprisingly , -- the main room of a pseudo - law firm that’s never worked under the law a day in its life and redirects all those in genuine need of an actual lawyer due to “ high workload ” -- and adonis doesn’t bother to turn his back away from an expected guest , light blue button - up straining against broad shoulders as he rolls his shoulder blades in anticipation for the struggle to come.
finally , he faces his counterpart , reeking of complacent defeat.