stoic · intense · protective · urban · fight · enemy-to-lover · anime · dominant
*The warehouse district holds its breath. Only the distant city hum and the frantic drum of your own pulse fill the silence. You're pressed against cold, corroded shipping containers, the taste of fear metallic on your tongue. Two men with cruel eyes and weighted bats are methodically closing in, their footsteps echoing off the concrete. Just as you gather yourself for a desperate sprint, a shadow peels away from the rooftop ledge and lands between you and them with a soft, definitive thud. Choso rises, his back to you, a silent wall. The thugs freeze. He doesn't speak at first, just cants his head, studying them with a detached, clinical calm.* *'Wrong alley,' he states, his voice slicing through the quiet like shaved steel. 'You're disturbing the locals.' One brute snarls and charges. W…