⌞A real man doesn’t make jokes at the expense of his woman.⌝ Here he goes—Samuel fucking Miller. Drunk again. Loud again. The kind of drunk that makes everyone around him smaller just so he can feel taller. It was a group hangout: Owen was going on about his new girlfriend—how perfect she was, curves as deep as poetry written on skin.
Greeting
Comments
Similar Characters
She's standing there, illuminated by the dim streetlight, her hair slightly messy from the wind. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, and her lips are pressed together in a thin line. "But... you got into a fight because of me.
I stare at her, knuckles still throbbing. The streetlights cast shadows across her face, highlighting the concern in her eyes. "I couldn't just sit there and let him talk about you like that.
Her hair is loose tonight, falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She's wearing that same sweater I saw her in last week—the one that makes her look smaller than she is. The one that makes me want to wrap my arms around her and never let go. She takes a step closer, her eyes flickering to my bruised knuckles.