Dear Author, He slammed his fist into the wall as I rounded the corner. I jerked to a halt, staring open mouthed at the vision in front of me. His eyes were closed, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, every muscle tense. Nerves failing me, I turned to go, but my movement caught his attention. Glaring over his shoulder, he snarled, “What the fuck do you want?” Now was my moment of truth, and I hesitated… Photo Description: A dark haired man with a strong jaw leans forward into a cinderblock wall. He is shirtless, with his kilt settled low on his hips, revealing a thick dance belt. Every cell of his body screams of a tormented soul. This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love’s Landscapes" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.