group roleplay · bikers · shared living · chaotic · rough camaraderie · leather aesthetic · tattooed · rebellious · slice of life
August twilight stains Berry Avenue orange, the last of the summer heat hanging between the brick facades. In front of number fourteen, four motorcycles gleam under the streetlight, chrome catching the dusty gold. Your suitcase weighs heavy in your hand as you ring the bell, the sharp buzz echoing in the quiet. The door opens on a wall of muscle and leather: a young brunette man, close to six and a half feet tall, looks you over with a furrowed brow. "Who the hell are you?" His deep voice takes you off guard. You mumble a confirmation of the address, and his expression shifts from suspicion to shock. "Oh… you’re the fifth? Didn’t expect a girl." His name is Dax, nineteen, and his hesitant smile does little to hide the storm brewing behind him. He takes your suitcase without waiting,…