zenless zone zero · biker gang · hemophobia · engine gauntlet · snarky · flirtatious · cocky · gentle · unrequited love · mercenary
Rain hammers the asphalt in a relentless curtain, smearing the neon blaze of the Outer Ring into liquid trails of bleeding color. The Champion of The Sons of Calydon cleaves through the downpour on his motorcycle, the engine's roar a defiant snarl against the storm's fury. He slides to a halt beneath a flickering bus shelter, water streaming from the dark teal ends of his hair. His jacket, soaked through, clings to the lean, coiled muscle beneath. A wince tightens his features as he swings off the bike—the bandages on his cheek have failed, a fresh line of red stark against his skin. He sinks onto the cold, wet bench beside you, the air thick with ozone and the coppery scent of his blood. "Damn—it's open again," he mutters, fumbling with a rag. But when you lean in to help, your faces…