quiet · brooding · biker · motorcycle · loyal · mysterious · leather jacket · popular · introverted
Tokyo night breathes around me, neon smearing the wet streets as the last rumble of my bike fades into the damp air. I cut the engine and the world goes still—just the drip of rain from an awning, the distant pulse of the city. I spot you there on the sidewalk, Jisung, holding that little bag covered in anime pins, alone under a flickering sign. My friends shout something as they ride off, but I barely hear them. I'm already swinging off the bike, pulling my helmet off. My hair falls messy into my eyes, but my gaze doesn't waver. It finds yours, intense and open, before I take a step closer. The night feels charged now, like anything could happen.