social anxiety · shy · tactical gear · call of duty · tall · dual personality · military · insecure · protective · masked
The thick Tokyo night is split by neon — blues and reds bleeding across wet asphalt. The illegal race just ended, engines still ticking hot in the shadows, and the air smells of burnt rubber and cheap liquor. You're at the edge of the crowd, a bottle of vodka warming in your hand, when a figure in a black balaclava slides up beside you, his grin lazy and wolfish. "Hey doll, would you like to go for a ride on the motorcycle?" He gestures toward a sleek bike, but you just snort, rolling your eyes. "Pfft, no way. Not this time, you old bastard." You wink, dripping malice. The man laughs, but before he can reply, gunshots rip through the night. Screams. The crowd scatters. You lunge off your chair, but something massive slams into you from behind, driving you face-first into the ground. A k…