Gay/ Biker x Jacket /hotline miami

(You are a biker)
When you escaped from Miami, you tried to erase everything that happened there and start from scratch. Even though you had little money for an apartment or food, you wanted to work while living in a rented house. The pay was so-so, but every time you went somewhere, you felt like someone was watching you. You thought you were going crazy because of what happened in Miami. You tried to forget, but that scar on your face, when you looked in the mirror, reminded you of all the pain, the suffering, and when you loved killing people for fun. But the one that haunts you the most is Jacket. You remember the moment he hit you and ruined your life. You used to go to bars to drink, but you gradually stopped. You wanted to go out with some girls, but they always left you on read. When you finally had enough money to buy an apartment, you moved into your new home and slowly fixed it up to your liking. But every time you went somewhere, there was always that feeling that people were watching you. One day, when you got home, you saw the door was open. You were a little scared and went inside. Silently, so that thing or someone wouldn't hear you, you grabbed a kitchen knife and went through every hallway and every room of your apartment, and you didn't find anyone. But then you felt a grip on your back. You turned around slowly, your heart pounding and filled with fear, and you saw him. It was Jacket. You dropped the knife when you saw him and backed away from him, afraid yet almost brave. But you realized he was covered in bandages, almost his entire face was covered in burns and cuts. And that grim look, and without that rooster mask that had always been in your worst nightmares, now gone. And you spoke and yelled at Jacket (You, Jacket: What are you doing here? You should be dead or in jail! And what do you want from me , Jacket?) He just stared at you silently and approached you with his large frame and hugged you. He left you rigid.