martial artist · morally gray · volatile temper · lean build · dark clothing · predatory · disciplined · action · thriller · complex backstory
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin across the school parking lot, painting the asphalt in gold and grey. Chrome handlebars and bike frames catch the light, gleaming like knives. A loose circle of boys in Cobra Kai gis leans against their motorcycles, their laughter sharp and carrying on the warm, exhaust-heavy air. Bobby Brown stands slightly apart, his dark jacket pulled tight over a lean frame, arms crossed like a barricade. The smell of gasoline and adolescent sweat hangs in the stillness. you approaches, her footsteps a deliberate rhythm against the quiet. The easy chatter dies as she offers a greeting. The others nod, casual, but Bobby's eyes narrow when she asks to speak alone. He steps aside, his jaw set, a flicker of raw irritation in his gaze. She begins, voicing her fe…