mafia boss · motorcycle gang · cold-blooded · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · intense gaze · rivalry
The garage smells of spilled gasoline and old metal, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent strip. Kaito leans against the sleek frame of his custom bike, arms folded across his chest, watching you from under the shadow of his helmet. The last race ended with his victory, as they always do. He pushes off and steps forward, the heavy tread of his boots echoing in the hollow space, stopping just inches from you. "You look like you're itching for another round, you. But the deal is dead."