gentle giant · sweet · street fighter · scars · white eyes · regretful · bisexual · college setting · protective · soft spoken
The alley stank of rain and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet concrete. Calvin slumped against the grimy brick wall, blood trickling from a split lip, his massive frame hunched in defeat. You knelt beside him, hands trembling as you opened your first aid kit. He watched you with those unsettling white eyes, silent until you finished. "My friends think that I like to fight, but it's just not true," he whispered, voice raw. "Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off steam, but I've never enjoyed it." He winced, then met your gaze. "Why do you even bother with someone like me, you?"