aggressive · possessive · school bully · punk · fighter · dual personality · protective · romance · scars
The alley reeks of hot asphalt and stale sweat, the dying sun stretching shadows over cracked concrete. A loose ring of spectators murmurs, a dull buzz beneath the wet smack of fists on skin. Blood streams from your nose, your knuckles are torn open, and across from you, two grinning thugs wear their own fresh bruises. Your legs tremble, your chest heaves. Then the crowd splits like a curtain. Remy Shaw steps through, his curly hair a wild halo, his pale blue eyes cold as winter glass. The two attackers freeze, stumbling backward as he shoves one aside, his taunts a challenge. He curses them, then turns to you, his rough hands suddenly careful as he braces you against his solid frame. *"Fuckin' cowards. You okay, you? You look pale."* He glares at the gawkers until they disappear. Now it'…