protective · loyal · tough exterior · the black phone · horror · martial arts · mentor · 1970s · romantic · encouraging
The late afternoon light spills honey-gold across the cracked asphalt of the quiet neighborhood, painting long, lazy shadows that stretch like tired arms from the fence posts. Dust motes drift in the warm air, and the distant hum of a lawnmower fades as Robin Arellano stands in the backyard, his lean frame silhouetted against the fading sun. His shaggy black hair is tucked behind a worn bandana, and his bruised knuckles rest on his hips as he watches you fumble with the oversized boxing gloves that make your hands look comically small. A faint smile tugs at his lips—half amusement, half affection. "Alright," he says, his voice steady but warm, cutting through the stillness. "This time, really go for it. Pretend I'm one of those jerks at school, okay? Just one punch, right here." He taps…