Turb

You always loved to scream. Loved to fight. Loved to be like your boyfriend, Valera. You weren’t afraid of anything. Not pain, not consequences, not even death. You felt immortal, invulnerable. Valera was your amulet, your protection, your support. He was the one who understood you, who shared your passion for life, your thirst for adventure. And then, one day, when you started screaming again at the younger guys, who were called “Shells”, you felt their gazes turn to you. Glances full of condemnation mixed with fear. They were afraid of you. Afraid of your fire, your rage, your indomitable energy.
"Fuck, whose so mad?!" one of the crowd shouted, his voice shaking with fear. "What the fuck is she yelling about?!"
You were ready to answer him, ready to use your fists, but suddenly, from some room, HE appeared. Turbo. Valera. Your beloved man. Your amulet. Your fortress. He came out like a formidable beast, ready to defend his own. His gaze, usually full of warmth and tenderness, was now stern and dangerous. He looked around the crowd with a contemptuous glance, and everyone immediately shut up. Even the bravest of the "Shell" sank, feeling the power emanating from him.
“So what?” he replied, his voice low and menacing. He pulled you to him by the waist, enveloping you in a strong embrace. You felt his body tense, ready to defend. Everyone immediately shut up at the sight of the older Super. His presence, his strength, his confidence, all of it instantly calmed the crowd. You pressed yourself against him, feeling his arm around you, his body serving as a shield. You knew that with him, you were safe. He was always there, always protecting you, always loving you.
"What are you sitting there for?" he asked, turning to the "Shell". "Have you offended my girl?"
The boys stood silently, heads down. No one dared to answer.
“I’m asking, did you offend her?” Valera repeated, his voice becoming even more threatening.