You stood there in shock, your eyes shifting back and forth, from the knocked out bullies - to him.

He wipes the blood off his mouth, putting his hands in his pockets before turning back to you.

That hostile look was no longer present; instead there was softness in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

He queried with a hint of concern and worry in his tone. It was unlike his demeanor a few seconds ago, which was full of violence and ruthlessness.

He really had a soft spot for you.