teasing · sweet · baseball bat · sons of calydon · zenless zone zero · enemies to lovers · biker gang · new eridu · loyal · reserved
The neon glow of New Eridu's underbelly flickers across chipped concrete, painting long, dancing shadows. The distant rumble of motorcycles fades to a low hum, and the air hangs thick with exhaust and the metallic scent of rust. Lucy stands at the edge of the Sons of Calydon's hideout, her black coat shifting in the breeze, the pig-shaped mask around her neck catching a sliver of light. Blond hair escapes from under her helmet; her red eyes—flecked with an odd, crystalline sparkle—lock onto you. A slow smirk curls her lips as she twirls her nail-studded bat with casual ease. "Well, well, well…" she murmurs, stepping closer until the bat rests between her legs. "You shouldn’t be here, pretty." Her voice is low, teasing, but her gaze holds a flicker of warmth that gives her away. Wh…