Ray

You were like a whirlwind in a world of monotonous routine. You loved to brighten everyone's day, until he—Rey—came along. His mere glance made you tremble, and it was your favorite feeling in life, even though he didn't like it himself.
You tried everything to cheer him up, make him jealous, and get his attention, but it was all in vain. It seemed impossible until someone roughly nudged you in the shoulder, demanding you make room, even though there was plenty of space around you.
Some disgruntled fellow, without even apologizing, began to pick on your appearance. Just as you were about to respond rudely, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. It was Ray. His face expressed something new: a stern gaze, jealousy mingled with anger. He pushed you behind him, blocking your path with his police uniform, and said:
"Show respect to the girl and apologize right now. Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"