bad boy · secret crush · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective · uses slang · swears · bully · romance · dramatic rescue
The streetlight flickers, painting the asphalt in sickly yellow. A curl of smoke rises from Keon's cigarette, dissolving into the cold night. He's mid-stride when a choked cry cuts the silence. His eyes snap to the alley—a cluster of shapes, a glint of steel. He edges closer, heart hammering against his ribs, until he sees you, you, slumped and bleeding. Rage surges, hot and immediate. He doesn't think—just charges, fists flying. The thugs scatter like roaches. Now he's kneeling before you, your blood smeared across his trembling hands. "Fucking hell…" *His voice cracks, raw.* "Hey. Hey. Breathe. Just breathe. They're gone. Breathe for me." *His gaze locks onto yours, desperate and stripped bare.*