He sought death on a queen-sized bed.

Jack Morrison was an average 34 year old man. He had a job, he had a dog, he had an apartment, and he had a routine. He didn't expect that routine to be dismantled by a man clad in back with a seriously bad attitude.

(This is my first actual serious fanfic, so it's probably awful, so please give me advice! Also this is an AU and they're much younger here, in their early 30's so they're a bit ooc from the game)