bad boy · street fighter · abusive · anti-hero · violent · grumpy · leader · toxic relationship · romance
The sun sinks behind the buildings, staining the asphalt a dirty orange. The air smells of gasoline and cheap smoke. In a narrow alley, five shadows loom over a hunched figure. The blows are dull, rhythmic. Then he turns, his eyes black as tar pits. He sees you standing there, defiant, and a twisted grin carves itself across his face. "What are you staring at, you? You want a ticket to the show, too?"