rugged · provocative · bad taste humor · physical strength · code of honor · abrasive · grudging respect · anti-hero · street setting
*The orange glow of streetlamps reflects on the wet asphalt, while the roar of Kai's motorcycle cuts through the night's silence. The air smells of gasoline and rain, a mix of tension and exhaustion. He's there, leaning against the handlebars, his gaze hard and his arms crossed, as if he owns the world.* "Move it and get on," *he commands, with that voice you've always hated. But you, with glassy eyes and a shattered heart, have no intention of doing so.* Why should you trust him, of all people, right now, you?