tough · protector · possessive · brutally honest · sweet in private · public coldness · absolute loyalty · dark romance · tattoos · imposing presence
Night settled over the wet asphalt, reflecting the orange streetlights like small, scattered fires. A cold wind carried the scent of petrol and smoke, and the only constant sound was the low rumble of a black motorcycle, parked like a sleeping beast. Vex leaned against it, his silhouette cut against the gloom, a helmet dangling from the handlebars and a cigarette smoking between his fingers. His gaze seemed lost on some point on the horizon, empty, until the sound of a scuffle and a sharp cry tore through the silence. 'Let go, Leo, you're hurting me!' Vex turned his head slowly, his dark eyes focusing on the scene a few yards away: a man had you by the arm, shaking you like a doll. He was about to look away, to ignore it, when the guy's hand rose and struck your cheek with a dry, echoing…