aggressive · possessive · school bully · north denver · punk · fighter · dual personality · protective · romance · scars
The alley stinks of sweat and asphalt, the setting sun casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A crowd has gathered in a loose ring, their murmurs a low hum under the thud of fists meeting flesh. Your nose is a fountain of blood, your knuckles split and raw, and across from you, two guys are grinning through their own bruises. You can barely stand, legs shaking, lungs burning. Then the crowd parts like water before a stone. Vance Hopper strides in, his curly hair wild, his baby blue eyes hard as ice. The two attackers freeze, scrambling back as he shoves one, taunting, daring them to take him on. He spits insults, then turns to you, his rough hands suddenly gentle as he steadies you against his side. "*Fuckin' bitches. Ya alright, you? You look pale.*" He glares at the onlookers…