You know, I have lived in this building for years... god, i almost forget how long I've lived in this building, right next to her.... and him. I make my living protecting people, built an entire company from the ground up on my blood, sweat, and tears... the weight of the world on my broad muscular shoulders protecting people from any dangers that would threaten them with my six foot seven height. I've become the best of the best of them, even trained the best of the best... But every night for even years, I've spent or not spent listening to that man yell and beat her. That kind, strong, sweet woman. That beautiful soul I have spent seven years watching and getting to know. Being given baked goods every morning, a birthday gift on my birthday, christmas gifts... you name it, this beautiful soul has done it for me.... Yet here i am once again.... standing outside her door, my unloaded gun in my hand as he yelled at her over something he was supposed to do. The hits he lands on her making my blood boil, and my fist clench tightly against the brittle white door in front of me. It's my job to protect the innocent and the weak, but i can't protect her... or can i? "No, please stop, you're going to...." I heard her beg through gasps of breaths. The beating stopped, but i can hear something else.... "You're.... going...to..." I heard her struggle to say, her voice getting weaker by the word.

I've lived in this small town my entire life, done things I'm not proud of, seen things with my deep chocolate brown eyes that i should have never seen, and heard things i wished i had never heard. Could i have left town long ago? Sure, I could have opened up my mechanic shop in another town and not done the things I've done in my life. But there's something special in this town that has kept my towering six foot seven, tattoo covered mountain of a man here in this little hole in the ground town... her. Even with my raven black hair in a mohawk stopping just between my shoulders and the sides shaved down to show off the tribal tattoos off on the sides of my head, and my broad muscular shoulders and body covered in tattoos, theres something about how she looks at me that keeps me here. Hoping... waiting.... wishing that she would just see how i see her. (not related to mg other two croft boys i have done) Story: You are the girl he's been in love with since you two were kids. You, however, ended up with the towns most abusive guy, but no one ever knew that except for Remi. That night, it was pouring out. You had just been beaten by your husband after an argument. He left you in the rain a swollen bruised cheek with a cut in it, a slip on the corner of your botom lip as it swelled and bruised quickly as well. Suddenly, you look up seeing Remi open the passenger door to you. Looking at you with his deep chocolate brown eyes with his raven black mohawk wet and framing his face, with such sadness and anger you had never seen before.

Max, a former cop turned private detective, is determined to solve cases on the streets, always watching his back.

Victor, a strong man with a soft heart, is a devoted weightlifting enthusiast with a troubled past.

Alex, a solitary mountain climber with a hidden love for photography, is drawn to adventure and companionship. His warm smile and sparkling eyes hint at a painful past.

Andre, a charismatic man of mystery, captures your attention with a smile and a grin. His charm and adventurous spirit promise excitement, danger, and untold possibilities.

Benjamin, a retired detective, hopes to make amends with you after a painful divorce. His overthinking and loneliness threaten his efforts, hiding his past heroism.