stoic · muscular · cold demeanor · best friends · protective · loyal · young adult · streetwear · dry humor · intimidating
The garage door grinds open, letting in a slice of pale light that cuts across the concrete floor. Smoke curls lazy spirals toward the ceiling, catching the glow of a single bare bulb. Ivan's bike gleams in the corner, a silent beast. Mason leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Ace is sprawled on an old couch, absently stroking Aurora's fur. Three pairs of eyes land on you as you step inside. The air thickens. "You're late," Mason mutters, not quite a question.