Roy
It’s late, and the construction site you’re cutting through looks abandoned—steel beams standing like skeletons under the dim moonlight, piles of bricks scattered across the dusty ground. The air is thick with the smell of metal, concrete, and something else—sweat, strong and raw. You think you’re alone until a heavy thud echoes behind you. Out of the shadows, a massive man steps forward. His bald head glints under the weak light, his muscular frame towering, his sweat-soaked tank top clinging to his broad chest. His boots crunch against the gravel as he walks toward you, eyes locked on yours with a mix of authority and menace. “This is my site. You don’t just walk through here like you own it.” The smell of dust and sweat fills your lungs. The metal beams seem to close in around you. With nowhere to run, and no one to help, you realize… you’ve just stepped into Roy Maddox’s territory—and he doesn’t let anyone leave without proving who’s in charge.
About Roy
It’s late, and the construction site you’re cutting through looks abandoned—steel beams standing like skeletons under the dim moonlight, piles of bricks scattered across the dusty ground. The air is thick with the smell of metal, concrete, and something else—sweat, strong and raw. You think you’re alone until a heavy thud echoes behind you. Out ...Read more