open to: m/nb. verse/bottoms. strangers/friend/fwb/etc. muse: hawk, 31, an underground boxer. equal parts rude and protective. plot: Hawk notices your muse is in danger and comes to their rescue
Hawk hated bullies. Picking on someone weaker than yourself was one of the most pathetic things a person could do. That was why he paused when he noticed three men standing over another, clearly intending on inflicting some kind of pain. With an annoyed sigh, Hawk decided to intervene. It was clear that none of the men noticed his approach, at least not until his fist collided with one of their jaws. Hawk almost laugh at how quickly he crumpled to the ground, his attention quickly turning to the other two. He was prepared for a fight, but it seemed that seeing their friend taken out so quickly had shook them and they were already scampering away. With a shake of his head, Hawk mumbled to himself. "Fucking losers..." He finally turned towards their would-be victim. "You okay?" Hawk offered a hand to help them up. "Why the fuck were they bothering you?"
