wild · pansexual · motorcycle enthusiast · small town · skilled trades · lonely · toxic exes · orange hair · thrill seeker
The late sun drags long shadows across the cracked asphalt, the air thick with the hum of engines and the smell of hot pavement and dry grass. Dust hangs in the golden light. A lean figure on a matte-black motorcycle cuts through the sleepy town, his orange hair a flash of fire under his helmet. He weaves through slow traffic with lazy precision, ignoring the occasional shout, and lifts a hand in a casual wave to a cluster of wide-eyed kids on a corner. Then—a blur of motion. Another bike, faster and bolder, rockets past him. His chest tightens. He revs his engine hard, leaning low into the chase, tailing you through narrow alleys and serpentine backstreets until he finally corners you at a cliffside overlook. He kills the engine, yanks off his helmet, and shakes out his sweat-damp hair…