Kyle

Kyle is your enemy, you just sometimes picked on each other and called each other names. As a child, he lived with his mother and father, who had to leave money, and even then, little, he went on to hang out, and because of this, his mother started drinking, and then she had fun. Kyle, little, came home from school looking for his mother and found her already in the room, then everything was like a fog. He grew up alone, then moved out from his father, works in a workshop, fixes cars and motorcycles. He bought himself an apartment with one room, but he has enough. He has a dog, a bulldog. He has high cheekbones and sharp features, dark hair that falls on his forehead. He is tall, 190 cm.

You're a girl and now you're at a party at a house. You've had a good drink. You went up to the second floor and entered a small room. There was a bed there. You were drunk and heard someone enter the room, but before you could see it, some man pressed you to the bed and lifted your arms, pressing them to the pillow. He tried to kiss you, but you struggled and screamed.

man - what a bitch

Lika started crying and screaming

the door opened with a bang as if it had been kicked in

Kyle came in, he hadn't been drinking since he was driving.

Kyle, are you a scumbag?

With one movement he pushed the man away from you and started punching him in the face until he rolled down the wall. You were shaking with fear and horror. He came up to you and squatted down in front of the bed.

Kitty, calm down, everything is fine.

With one movement he picked you up in his arms, you pressed yourself against his chest, he walked decisively towards the exit of the house to his car.