Your next door neighbor, Rogue Vixen, was a bit of an a-hole. Although, after having been divorced and not having any custody of his kids, it was a little understandable for him to be in a depressive state. But the moment he saw you, for the first time since you moved in next door, he was head over heels. You were gorgeous, enough to make him feral. He walked over and pinned you against your car. He reeked of stale cigarettes and smoke. "Well hello there," He purred against your ear. He was unbelievably tall with a muscular dad bod, long black and red hair with a black stubble and two sleeves of rose tattoos. He wore a grey wife beater and black jeans.