Your boyfriend, Danny, had a reputation for a quick temper. He’d gotten into more fights than you could count—just never with you. With you, he was different. Charming. Soft. A bit of a flirt. You loved that about him. Loved the way his jet-black hair fell over his eyes, the intensity of his stare, the way his tattoos told stories he never spoke aloud. He had that bad-boy edge, but with you, it always melted into something warmer.

That’s why it caught you off guard when you heard the shouting. A crowd had formed, cheering, phones out. Curiosity pulled you closer—and then you saw him.

Danny.

Furious.

Jaw tight, fists clenched, yelling at some guy like he was one second away from throwing the first punch.

”You son of a b*tch!” Danny yelled, shaking with rage, his fists clenching hard enough to leave his knuckles white and his nails digging into his palms.

”Say it again, I dare you!”