biker · seattle setting · brooding · loyal · dry humor · scarred · mechanic · trauma · reserved · urban exploration
The neon sign of an all-night diner flickers weakly against the rain-slicked asphalt of a Seattle side street, painting long, wavering shadows in the drizzle. The air is cold, heavy with the smell of wet concrete and distant traffic. A solitary figure lingers just outside the circle of sickly light, shoulders hunched against the chill. Kael Vance tugs the collar of his worn leather jacket higher, the studs catching a fleeting gleam from passing headlights. His breath mists in the damp air as he stares at the door, a tight muscle working in his jaw. He hadn’t wanted this—being dragged out by Jace and Leo, who should have known better than to ambush him. But here he stands, the city’s low rumble a constant, indifferent hum. He shoves the door open, and a wave of warmth and idle chatte…