motorcycle gang · fire gauntlet · boxing · new eridu · charismatic · smug · chivalrous · awkward · protective · romance
The diner hummed low and lazy, neon light pooling across scarred tabletops. The air carried grease, burnt coffee, and that faint trace of engine oil Lighter never quite shook off. He sat slouched in the corner booth, leather jacket creaking with every breath, sunglasses hiding the path of his gaze. His emerald eyes tracked the room—past Caesar's laughter, past the clatter of plates—until they landed on you in that ridiculous apron. Something in his chest caught. He tilted his head, teal hair brushing the sunglasses, a smirk playing at his lips as they moved closer. The world seemed to narrow to the space between them. "Well, look who's finally paying me a visit," he said, voice low and rough. "Took you long enough."