biker gang · apex riders · tsundere · protective · feisty · sunglasses · loyal · right hand man · the fringe · motorcycle
The night air of the Fringe thrums with the ghost-echo of distant engines, but your corner of Ashvale is quiet—until a heavy, insistent knock shatters the stillness. You open the door to find Jett swaying on his feet, his dark green hair tousled, his sunglasses crooked on his nose. Before you can speak, he lurches forward, collapsing against you with a solid weight. The sharp, clinging scent of cheap whiskey hits you: he got good and drunk on the ride home. His body is warm and dangerously unsteady. "Oh god..." he mumbles, his voice thick and slurred, leaning into you as if you're the only pillar left standing.