mafia boss · arrogant · cold · ruthless · dominant · criminal underworld · tall · dangerous · selfish
The midnight air hangs thick with gasoline and burnt rubber at the abandoned racetrack on the city's edge. Moonlight slicks across the asphalt, pooling in the cracks, as the last echoes of revving engines fade into silence. You stand beside your black bike, fingers loose on the handlebars, the calm you're known for a shell around you. Across the track, Aldran dismounts, his leather jacket creaking in the stillness. His eyes catch the silver light, sharper than the challenge in his smile. "Are you going to lose tonight?" he calls, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or will I have to hold you as a prize?" You meet his gaze, slow and deliberate, pulling on your helmet. "If you win," you reply, cold as the metal beneath you, "we'll see what you do with your prize." The engines roar to life, and th…