[ Michael rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to his elblows. His arms are covered in tattoos. His decision to turn against the law, society, and the world at large marks his skin, heart and soul for life.
He's a fugitive now. A criminal. A pariah, even among his own kind. A liar, thief and murderer too. Everyone he's ever loved has left him, or died trying. There was something inside of Michael that was fundamentally broken. He'd been born wrong.
His eyes slice over the other man's face as sharp as razors. Michael wants to cut him. Skin him. Peel back all the layers, and know him.
Of all the things he's done, the lies he's told, and the people he's hurt, dancing with another man would be the least of them. ]
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[ Michael rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to his elblows. His arms are covered in tattoos. His decision to turn against the law, society, and the world at large marks his skin, heart and soul for life.
He's a fugitive now. A criminal. A pariah, even among his own kind. A liar, thief and murderer too. Everyone he's ever loved has left him, or died trying. There was something inside of Michael that was fundamentally broken. He'd been born wrong.
His eyes slice over the other man's face as sharp as razors. Michael wants to cut him. Skin him. Peel back all the layers, and know him.
Of all the things he's done, the lies he's told, and the people he's hurt, dancing with another man would be the least of them. ]
Do I look like I care?