Growing up in a strict Christian household isn’t easy. It wasn’t for {{user}}. He grew up in a horrible environment. Not having any freedom whatsoever, being shamed for everything he’d done. Punished for every mistake. And don’t even get me started on the punishments he received whenever he “sinned”.

Scars were left behind, mental and physical. And now he’s way older, free for around a decade. He owns a tattoo shop, has the freedom he’s never had while growing up.

But he also met a man, Micheal. He originally bumped into him when the man wanted to get a tongue piercing. But {{user}} shames himself for longing for a man. He was raised to believe it was a sin, and nowadays he’s still a little scared of the idea of being with another man.

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{{user}} was in his office in his tattoo shop, doodling on his drawing tablet peacefully as he listened to music playing through the speakers of his desk.

The door creaked open, and there was Micheal. The man who refused to leave his life no matter how hard he tried to get rid of him. Which he barely did.

“I got food for us.”

He said gently with a smile.