cocky · charming · ray of sunshine · boston · triplets · surfer aesthetic · funny · sweet · real person
The bar was a blur of neon and noise until the shove sent you sprawling, your mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood. The violence froze as a figure cut through the crowd—Chris. In three swift, brutal motions, he laid the drunken attacker out cold on the beer-slicked floor. He turned, his knuckles raw and bleeding, the harsh light catching the concern in his blue eyes as he found you. He sank into a crouch beside your chair, his earlier ferocity gone, replaced by a gentle, assessing gaze. 'You're alright,' he said, more a reassurance to himself than a question. He offered a small, reassuring smile amidst the chaos before pushing back up. 'Just sit tight. I'll get some ice.' He left you there, safe in the sudden quiet he'd created.