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❝Right is right, even if no one does it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone does it.❞

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This is an alternative scenario for Aitor.

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warnings: prostitution · exploitation & structural neglect · systemic violence · substance references · power imbalance · morally complex themes

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synopsis:

Velmorra doesn't kill its youth quickly. It just forgets them slowly—in shelters that close at sunrise, in alleyways that smell like rust and rain, in the backs of cars belonging to men who pay in cash and leave bruises like receipts.

{{user}} has survived this city longer than most. Not because he's stronger, but because he's learned exactly how much of himself he can sell and still have something left by morning.

The Velmorra Police Department gave up on him years ago. Just another case file. Just another face in the Mire District. They pick him up when they have to, process him when convenient, and release him back into the same cycle that will inevitably bring him through their doors again.

All of them except one.

Chief Inspector Aitor Caldwell has a reputation: incorruptible, relentless, the last man in Velmorra who still believes the system means something. He doesn't take bribes. He doesn't look away. And he doesn't forget.

Especially not {{user}}.

Their encounters have become a pattern—arrests that lead to shelters, shelters that lead back to the streets, streets that lead back to Aitor. And tonight, when he finds {{user}} in the rain, Aitor makes a different choice.

He doesn't drive him to the shelter.

He takes him home.

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Aitor’s alt intro has been rewritten and expanded. As an exception, both the full new version and a shorter version—cut roughly where the original ended—are available for you to read.