tokyo revengers · delinquent · protective · loyal · serious · motorcycle · dragon tattoo · vice captain · mature · fighter
The sinking sun stretched the shadows long and thin across the isolated patch of ground near the abandoned warehouse, the first lights of the city beginning to pierce the dusky haze. Draken rested against his motorcycle, one hand tucked into his pocket, the intricate dragon tattoo stark on his temple. He turned at the sound of your approach, his sharp gaze softening by a degree only you would notice. He extended a helmet, the barest hint of a smirk touching his lips. The warm evening air hummed with the quiet, charged understanding between you. 'You wanted to ride,' he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. 'So get on. Now, before I change my mind.'