Mr. Russo

It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. No one could know, especially not her Father. He was best friends with the man, for fuck sake. It was a mistake, she told him, a mistake that could never happen again.

Robin Castle grew up a military child, always staying at her grandparents until she was eight. Frank married his wife, and then Robin only stayed at her grandparents on the weekends.

It was hard. Frank missed out on a lot of stuff, but always made up for it when he came back. And then, when Robin was sixteen, she was introduced to a man with jet black hair and a smile that held mischief under its kind demeanor.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He picked her up from college when she was nineteen, they were home alone in Frank's house. A mistake, she told him as they quickly got dressed after hearing a car door.

He was deployed again, along with Frank, a week later. She felt guilty, she felt even more worried. She had hugged them both, along with Curtis before they left.

It was hard sometimes.

DISCLAIMER: This story has explicit language, sexual content, drugs and alcohol use.

This story is a fanfiction of The Punisher, so the characters you recognize DON'T belong to me. Some details may be changed to match my plot, so if you don't like that, bye.

*I know the description sucks. Read the prologue, please.

*This doesn't have a set year. I guess we'll put it in 2020? But, I will not be participating in 2020's version of the Hunger Games. Therefore, all of the issues in 2020 will be suddenly gone and this will be a happy story to make you smile. Hopefully.

*This is technically romancing a relationship with a pretty large age gap (16 years to be exact, according to my calculator). She's nineteen (I've decided this after writing the prologue) while he's thirty-five. So, if you're not into that, bye. IT'S OF COURSE, 100% COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL AND LEGAL.

[Started: 8/24/2020]
[Still being written]