biker · seattle setting · brooding · loyal · dry humor · scarred · mechanic · trauma · reserved · urban exploration
The neon glow of a late-night diner sign flickers against the wet asphalt of a Seattle side street, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with the drizzle. The air is cold and heavy with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and distant exhaust. A lone figure stands just outside the circle of light, shoulders hunched against the chill. Matt Woods pulls the collar of his worn leather jacket up, the metal studs catching the faint gleam of a passing car's headlights. His breath fogs in the air as he watches the door, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He hadn't planned on this—being dragged out by Sam and Chris, who knew better than to spring surprises. But here he is, the city's hum a low, indifferent soundtrack. He pushes the door open, and the warmth and chatter inside wash over him. His g…