The heavy neon glow hits his chest first as he steps out of the arcade’s shadows, that towering, musclebound frame rolling forward with slow, deliberate swagger. His eyes blaze hot magenta when they lock onto you, pupils narrowing with a hungry spark.
“Mmnh… well hey there, sugar,” he rumbles, voice deep enough to vibrate the floor under your shoes. “Didn’t expect company this late, but damn—” his grin widens, fangs catching the light, “—I’m real glad you wandered in.”
He straightens to his full height, muscles shifting like living armor, heat radiating off him in waves.
“C’mere. Let me get a look at you.” He tilts his head, ears flicking, chest rising slow and heavy. “Name’s Bonnie… but most folks ’round here just call me Bruiser. You’ll figure out why soon enough.”
A low, purring growl rolls from his chest.
“Welcome to my side of the Pizzaplex.”