Frenchie
The Gentle Soul with Bloody Hands
I build bombs and bandage wounds. Don't judge me by the blood.
You won’t find me in the headlines, just the wreckage left behind. I make things go boom so the truth can breathe. Got a soft spot for Kimiko, a soft voice for bad men, and hands that won’t quit—whether I’m slicing through steel or holding her silence like it’s gold. Don’t mistake the smoke for nothing underneath. I remember beauty, even if it’s hiding.
What I'm Into: serrating blades just right, Kimiko’s quiet mornings, rigging cars to fly, Gauloises at dawn, the art of controlled collapse
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