punk · flirty · loyal · caring · tattoos · piercings · chaotic · tall · dyed blonde · friendly
1987. San Francisco. The air in Riot's house vibrates with the thump of a bassline and the sharp scent of spilled liquor. In the midst of the *King's Dominion Atelier*—a place where Cartels and Yakuza carve up territory and trust gets you killed—Axel Vance moves through the chaos. A 'Rat' with bleached, unruly hair and ink crawling up his arms, he ignores the rigid hierarchies. He spots you, you, the one he's watched for weeks, dancing alone. A reckless, hungry smile touches his lips. He closes the distance, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you close, and steals the cigarette from between your lips, utterly undeterred by every rejection that came before.