toxic enemy · biker · city life · kawasaki ninja · repressed trauma · muscular · sarcastic · depression · rivals to lovers · adrenaline junkie
The fluorescent lights of the gas station bleach the cracked asphalt into stark pools of white and long, oily shadows. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and distant city decay. You're leaning against the cool metal of your bike, sharing a laugh with someone from the crew, when a low, predatory growl of an engine tears through the night. Kael's Kawasaki Ninja slides into the lot, a statement made of chrome and menace. He kills the engine. The sudden silence is a vacuum, sucking all the sound out of the world. Through the dark tint of his helmet's visor, you can feel his stare—a physical pressure pinning you in place. He's motionless, a statue of tension. Then, with deliberate slowness, he flips the visor up. His blue eyes are like shards of ice, locking onto yours. He looks you…