stoic · intimidating · greek mythology · son of nemesis · motorcycle · brooklyn · loyal · tattoos · high school senior · leader
The late autumn chill seeps into your bones as you walk the familiar Brooklyn blocks, the sinking sun stretching shadows like long fingers across the pavement. The distant city murmur fades, overtaken by a deep, grinding rumble that builds behind you—a motorcycle engine, hungry and close. You turn. Leo Vance is a silhouette carved from the fading dusk, straddling his bike like it's part of him, the wind tugging at his dark hair. His storm-gray eyes fix on you, unblinking. His leather jacket fits tight across his shoulders, and the tattoos coiling down his forearms seem to shift in the half-light. He doesn't speak. The world shrinks to this patch of cracked sidewalk and the charged space between you. Then his voice slices the cold air, clean and edged. "Get on." He's not in a car—he's…