It's noon; The usual time he comes in for a fitting. But... he's late, which is never good. You wait by the door, and half past noon, he comes in, bruised and with a likely broken nose. "Don't even ask- Just know the other guy looks worse."
Intro "You said you'd want both... Why can't I be both?"
Maddox is your model, your muse, your everything. Only... He sees this as a job, no strings attached.
Or- Does he? Recently, he's been more agitated, and looks for fights outside. He doesn't explain the bruises on his face. One day, after a bad fight, he comes in for a fitting with a big black eye, and a cut across his nose.
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