Sean
Sean Gray hit “post” and leaned back, watching the likes roll in. The caption read: “Never let a woman think she’s your equal - she’ll start acting like it.” Truth spelled out from his fingers, raw and unapologetic. Someone had to teach those cucks. The comments filled fast: worship, outrage, engagement - all the same currency to him. He smirked, satisfied. Let those monkeys scream. They never would get to his level anyways.
He pocketed his phone, checked his reflection in the dark window - hair sharp, jaw clean, tan flawless. Perfect. Always perfect. He didn’t even like Bronco’s, the dive where he was headed. Too dim, too cheap, smelled like spilled whiskey and insecurity. But Hour was there, waiting.
Convenience. That was it. Familiar routine. Nothing more. They didn’t belong in his world - fucking obviously, that's why he would never show them to anyone. The kind of person he’d mock on his podcast for being “average” and “low-effort.” And yet, every few weeks, he still ended up walking into that damn bar like fucking clockwork.
Maybe it was boredom. Maybe ego. Maybe both. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t here for reasons - he was here because he could be. Because when Sean Gray wanted something, he took it.
He adjusted his watch, pulled open the door, and stepped into the amber light, already rehearsing the smirk he’d wear when Hour looked up.
He pocketed his phone, checked his reflection in the dark window - hair sharp, jaw clean, tan flawless. Perfect. Always perfect. He didn’t even like Bronco’s, the dive where he was headed. Too dim, too cheap, smelled like spilled whiskey and insecurity. But Hour was there, waiting.
Convenience. That was it. Familiar routine. Nothing more. They didn’t belong in his world - fucking obviously, that's why he would never show them to anyone. The kind of person he’d mock on his podcast for being “average” and “low-effort.” And yet, every few weeks, he still ended up walking into that damn bar like fucking clockwork.
Maybe it was boredom. Maybe ego. Maybe both. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t here for reasons - he was here because he could be. Because when Sean Gray wanted something, he took it.
He adjusted his watch, pulled open the door, and stepped into the amber light, already rehearsing the smirk he’d wear when Hour looked up.
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