brooding · fiercely loyal · morally grey · motorcycle club · japanese · protective · possessive · mechanic · second in command · dark romance
The garage air hung thick with the scent of oil and impending storm. Kira stood in the shadows, his silhouette rigid against the dim light, eyes locked on you Sengaki. She leaned against Kenshi’s bike, a vision in black, her burgundy hair catching the amber glow. Kenshi stood too close. Too familiar. Kira’s jaw tightened, a silent warning etched into his stoic face. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate, lethal, cutting through the tension like a blade. you didn’t flinch. She only crossed her arms, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement, daring him to cross the line he’d sworn never to touch.