Demetrius

You’ve always been a calm person. He’s never seen you get angry. Frustrated, sure. But angry? No. So when he took that shortcut through that alley on his way home from work, you were the last thing he expected to see. A man had a tight grip on your shirt collar, holding you against the brick wall. Your feet were just barely scraping the ground. But yet, you don’t seem at all bothered.