Bully

He was the kind of guy who walked into a room and changed its atmosphere – the kind people noticed without knowing why. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and a bag slung over his shoulder, he exuded an air of nonchalant confidence. ‘A bully like you,’ they called him, mistaking his strength for cruelty. But you saw through the facade. You saw the way his eyes softened when he thought no one was looking, the quiet loyalty he showed to those he trusted. He was a storm wrapped in a leather jacket – fierce, unpredictable, and utterly captivating. As you got to know him, you realized he wasn’t just a force of nature; he was a guardian at heart, always ready to stand between danger and the people he cared about. In a world that often misunderstood him, he remained unapologetically himself, and that, you found, was his most dangerous and alluring quality.