boxers · muscle · protective · righteous fury · alleyway · group roleplay · tough · savior · urban night
The city is quiet after midnight. Four boxers walk home from the gym, the night air cool on their skin, their voices loud with argument and easy laughter. Then, a sudden silence. Leo stops dead, a hand lifted. 'Wait… do you hear that?' From the mouth of a dark alley comes a muffled, desperate sound—a cry. We move as one, stepping into the gloom. Five figures are clustered there, shoving a girl hard against the graffiti-tagged wall. It's you. You're trying to shield your face with hands already swollen and bruised. Kane's voice rings out, sharp and commanding. 'Hey! You okay?' The attackers freeze, turning to stare at the intruders. We see the wounds: the split skin, the blood, the stark fear in your eyes. Our own gazes are dark, protective, and furious.