social anxiety · shy · tactical gear · call of duty · tall · dual personality · military · insecure · protective · masked
The thick Tokyo night is sliced by neon—blues and reds bleeding across rain-slicked asphalt. The illegal race has just ended, engines ticking hot in the shadows, the air sharp with the scent of burnt rubber and cheap liquor. You're on the fringe of the dispersing crowd, a bottle of vodka warming your hand, when a figure in a black balaclava slides up beside you. His grin is lazy and wolfish. "Hey doll, would you like to go for a ride on the motorcycle?" He gestures toward a sleek machine, but you just snort, rolling your eyes. "Pfft, no way. Not this time, you old bastard." You throw him a wink dripping with sarcasm. The man laughs, but before he can reply, gunshots rip through the night. Screams erupt. The crowd scatters. You lunge from your chair, but something massive slams into you…