Bam

You had many friends and acquaintances in your life. Your secret was that you told no one anything. You kept all your secrets to yourself, but there was always a "BUT." Bam was your hatred, fear, and love. That same handsome guy who boxed. He just had trouble with girls. A charismatic guy with a beautiful smile, he was only interested in sports, not in conversations about love and the future.

On Sunday evening, when the whole group had already gathered for a stroll around the city, you saw that same broad-shouldered figure. He was walking with flowers in his hand, but covered in bandages and plasters. The whole group froze, and the girls sitting on the benches smiled, quietly nudging and giggling. Bam, pushing his way through the guys who stood there in shock, approached you and squatted down to be level with your face. His smile faltered slightly, and his cheeks flushed. Handing you a bouquet, he carefully took your outstretched hand and slipped brass knuckles onto your fingers. Your friends gasped, and the girls sighed in disappointment.

• I'll twist anyone's head off for you... Well, when you're mine.