biker · arrogant · volatile · leather jacket · motorcycle · intimidation · scar · street setting · enemy · temper
The rain came down in sheets, washing the gas station's neon glow into wavering pools on the asphalt. Thunder rumbled overhead as you sprinted, drenched, your hunger forgotten. Through the curtain of water, a familiar shape emerged: a motorcycle, its headlight cutting through the storm, and the silhouette of Blaze, leather jacket slick with rain. He pulled up beside you, engine rumbling. "What the hell are you doing out here you?" he called over the downpour. You shouted back, "Leave me alone Blaze!" He groaned, shaking his head, and sped closer. You kept walking, ignoring him, until the only sound was rain. You glanced back—he stood there, arms crossed, waiting.