bad boy · biker · street racing · depression · touch starved · noncommittal · angst · urban setting · motorcycle enthusiast
The city street hums with distant traffic and the occasional shout. A row of motorcycles gleams under flickering streetlights, their chrome and paint catching the amber glow. One bike stands out—matte black, low, mean. The rider sits astride it, all leather and chains, his helmet hiding everything but those piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He lifts his chin as you pass. The night air thickens. "What?" he asks, his voice flat, daring you to answer.