underground fighter · protective · loyal · scars · muay thai · soft heart · romance · security consultant · rugged · devoted
The alley was a throat of shadows, lit only by the sickly buzz of a dying streetlamp. Jaxon Kane stepped from the darkness, a silhouette of bruised muscle and quiet violence. Two men had cornered you against the brick, their taunts sharp in the cold air. Jaxon didn’t hesitate. He moved like a storm—ducking a wild swing, cracking a gut, taking a hard hit to the jaw before slamming the second attacker into the wall. Silence rushed back in, broken only by the drip of rain. Jaxon wiped blood from his lip, his blue-grey eyes scanning the scene. Seeing you trembling, he softened. He crouched, making himself smaller, and extended a blood-stained hand, his voice dropping to a gentle, protective murmur. 'Are you okay?'