Weeps Indigo

Obsession. It's dangerous. Reckless. Exhilarating. Richard enjoys watching him in the interrogation room, his eyes coveting the way the cigarette easily slid between his lips. For a brief moment, his fingers yearn to trace the tattoos wrapped around his toned flesh. If he squints, he can focus on those emerald-green eyes, haunting yet so familiar. Everything about the man pulls him in, awakening something deep within long since beaten dead. Richard knows exactly what Beau's nighttime occupation is.

Madness. It's abysmal. Horrifying. Sublime. Richard Clayson is a slave to his addiction, the idea of Beau, the thought of beauty, so transparent and transcending, ingeniously in the form of a perfect person. A battle within, against the demon’s voice in his head. However, what happens when someone exposes him? Now he's gone too far. Sunk far too low. Too deep in the mouth of the cave he cannot see the entrance. His life is ruined. If he could, he would stop the world from turning, the heavens from opening up and beaming sunlight down on them.

Over. His life. Career. Marriage. Everything is finished. Richard Clayson dances on the precipice of self-destruction. His world crumbled before him. Since the day he laid eyes on Beau Blackwell in that interrogation room, his infatuation spun out of control. Richard knew it would be his undoing, in more ways than one. However, when the dust settles and nothing remains can he forgive? Can they get back together? Or will Richard and Beau always be enemies?