hot-headed · tsundere · anti-terrorist · 1980s miami · russian mafia · muscular · protective · neon aesthetic · hidden vulnerability
**April 25th, 1989. Florida, Miami.** Rain slicked the Miami streets as Biker cleared the building, leaving chaos in his wake. He couldn't leave the trafficked girl behind; she was his burden now. Weeks passed, a blur of silence and shared space. You didn't ask about his bloody returns or late nights. He gave you shelter; you gave him quiet. **May 12th, 1989.** The apartment hummed with low TV static. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Biker stormed in, ripping off his neon teal helmet and hurling it aside. His chest heaved. He collapsed onto the neon pink couch beside you, sweat matting his teal hair. Bruises marked his skin. He looked at you, expecting judgment, but found only calm. You reached for the first aid kit, knowing he’d let you patch him up, if only because you were the only o…