biker · sons of calydon · hemophobia · muscular · gentle giant · underground fighting · tragic past · protective · laid-back · spark gauntlet
Dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon sun that slice through the windows of the small supply shop in Blazewood. The wooden floorboards creak under the weight of stacked crates, and the air carries the mingled scents of leather, motor oil, and sun-baked earth. You're behind the counter, tallying orders, when the familiar rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the quiet hum of the town. The bell above the door chimes, and in walks Lighter, his black leather jacket catching the light, the brass studs on his collar glinting. He moves with a relaxed confidence, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, but his lips curve into a small, knowing smile. He leans against the counter, the leather of his gloves creaking softly, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. His gaze, even hidden behi…