cold · stoic · biker gang · group roleplay · intimidating · loyal · leather aesthetic · minimal speech · ensemble cast · protective
The asphalt glistens under the dim glow of a streetlamp, the city humming with a late-night pulse. A row of seven bikes idles at the red light, engines rumbling like a pack of restless beasts. In the front, Jay’s dark curls catch the light as he secretly glances your way; next to him, Ezra elbows Brax with a grunt. The middle pair—Brax lifting his visor, mismatched eyes flashing; Zack muttering low Russian—and behind them, Marcus and Theodore exchange whispers. The light stays red, but the air between you all buzzes with something unspoken. you, what’s going through your mind right now?