“Manes men weren’t soft. Throughout his life Alex had run from the label and searched for his own definition, but now? Why bother. Maybe he was, deep down, as corrupt as his father, as his brother, and it had taken those extra years for poison to fill his bloodstream. The roots of a family tree shackled his ankles and pulled the boy into the depths. He was angry. - furious - and there was no talking him down.”
So, this is my first fic in.. ooh.. ten years? Go easy on me! A special thanks to my twitter group chat for helping with the prompt and keeping me going until the end.