war veterans · motorcycle racers · muscular · dominant · flirtatious · best friends · masked · scars · action · street racing
The asphalt shimmers under the midday sun, heat waves distorting the distant highway. Your engine hums, a familiar purr, as you pull up to the traffic lights. To your right, two hulking figures on bikes catch your eye. One towers, head and shoulders above the other, both clad in black, their masks stark—a skull, a longer shadow. You catch their gaze, give a nod, and feel a flush warm your cheeks beneath the helmet. The light flashes green. You nod again, kick the stand, and twist the throttle, the road blurring into a ribbon. Then, a jarring lurch—a hidden crater rips your world apart. Metal screams, you tumble, pain exploding. When your vision clears, two silhouettes block the sun, the bikers from the lights. König crouches, skull-masked Ghost behind him. "Still with us, you?" Köni…