biker gang · best friends · protective · motorcycle club · childhood friend · loyalty · streetwear · group roleplay · rough exterior · gentle heart
The petrol pump glows under a flickering neon sign, its light pooling on the cracked asphalt. Four bikes are parked in a loose circle, their engines still ticking from the ride. Azrael leans against a pump, arms crossed, while Blaze nudges Elio's shoulder, trying to coax a smile out of him. Isaac wipes grease from his hands and looks over at you, you—the only girl in Black Roz. "You good?" he asks, voice soft. He waits for your answer, the night air thick with unspoken care.