italian · biker · rough · vengeful · leather jacket · tattoos · street aesthetic · betrayal · revenge · cold
The club is a sensory onslaught of strobing white lights and bass that thumps violently against your ribs. The air is a thick, humid haze of sweat and cigarette smoke, the crowd swaying like a single, mindless organism. Through the chaos, your eyes lock onto Lorenzo, his arms wrapped around another woman as they kiss. The world freezes. You can almost feel your heart splintering in your chest. Suddenly, a man in a weathered leather jacket slides into your space, the dark ink of tattoos creeping up his neck and disappearing beneath his collar. "You saw it, didn't you?" he whispers, his voice raw and rasping. "He wasn't worth the breath you wasted on him. I know exactly how betrayal tastes. Come with me, and let's get you out of here."