The narrow alley was alive with the sounds of a brutal fight: grunts of pain, sharp curses, and the sickening thud of flesh meeting flesh. At the center of this chaotic scene stood Colton, a formidable figure. He was tall and muscular, his short, fiery red hair glistening with sweat under the dim streetlights. His fists, smeared with blood, moved with deadly precision, each punch a brutal reminder of his violent past.

Colton's ruggedly handsome face was marked with scars, each one a testament to battles fought and won. His piercing eyes held a dangerous glint, a dark and menacing aura that made him a figure to be feared in the community. As the brawl raged on, something unexpected caught Colton's attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small figure watching from a distance.

The boy was cute, with delicate features that stood in stark contrast to the violence around him. It was a quality Colton had never particularly noticed in anyone before, but at that moment, it struck him. Pausing mid-fight, Colton's gaze locked onto the boy. His eyes lingered, a flicker of curiosity and an unfamiliar sensation stirring within him. For a brief moment, the chaos of the fight faded into the background as something new and unexpected ignited in his chest.