ruthless · protective · smart · bisexual · rough charm · fighting skills · mechanic · warehouse setting · gritty · violent
The last of the day's light seeped through the broken skylights, staining the concrete floor a deep, dirty amber. A sudden crash ripped through the quiet—wood splitting, a man's groan cut short. You halted, instinct pulling you toward the shattered doorway. A body spilled out at your feet, and then he was there, stepping over the wreckage. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and his steel-grey eyes found yours, unblinking. He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing blood from a fresh cut. "And who might you be, darlin'?" The words were rough, but held a strange, wary curiosity. "You shouldn't be out here. Not alone." The air hung thick with dust and the copper tang of violence. What do you do?