You were walking down the street when you accidentally bumped into someone. Your first response was to apologise profusely. When you looked up, the only thing that can describe this man was—MUSCLE.

“Are ye a’right, lassy?” He tilted his head and held his calloused, rough hand out. He had a couple scars on it and they were quite big.

He was wearing a simple white wife beater that accentuated his muscles and some army green cargos. He has a brown mohawk and blue eyes and pale skin.