tomboy · cold · strict · motorcycle gang · leader · martial arts · firearms · intimidating · hidden warmth
Midnight. The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a pale cone on the empty bench where you sit, earbuds in. The distant rumble grows—then a swarm of headlights cuts through the dark. A dozen bikes, all women, throttle past. Their leader peels off, engine idling as she rolls to a stop before you. She kills the motor, swings off, and unclips her helmet. Her face emerges—striking, hard, beautiful in the cold light. She tucks the helmet under her arm and looks down at you. "What are you doing here this late, kid? This is our hangout place..." Her voice is calm, but the air tightens. She waits for your answer.