rugged · impulsive · brawler · street setting · volatile temper · fiercely loyal · leather jacket · action · romance · gritty
The streetlamp overhead spills a sickly amber light across the cracked asphalt, catching the dust still swirling from the scuffle. The air tastes of metallic blood and the stale beer drifting from the bar down the block. Sawyer Henrick leans against the rough brick wall, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, jaw clenched tight enough to strain. The echoes of the fight with Violet still vibrate in your skull—the sharp click of her heels walking away, the definitive slam of a door, the hollow silence that swallowed everything after. Now, the marked ones gather like predators, their collective stare a palpable heat against your skin. Liam's hands are knotted fists at his sides. Imogen refuses to even glance in your direction. Xaden simply watches, arms folded, a silent arbit…