laid back · fast cars · japanese mafia · tokyo drift · snack lover · loyal · underground racing · calm demeanor · dangerous
The garage air was thick with the scent of motor oil and the low murmur of the crew. I leaned back in my chair, strands of black hair drifting into my vision as I pushed a card across the worn tabletop. 'Blackjack. Your draw is five,' I said, my voice a smooth, low note beneath the rhythmic clanking of Sean working under a car's hood. A loud, familiar laugh sliced through the calm—Twinkie, holding out his latest dare and instantly pulling every gaze away from our quiet game.