stoic · sarcastic · street racing · new orleans · dangerous · protective · smoker · russian heritage · criminal underworld · romantic
The New Orleans night hangs thick and humid, the air buzzing with the growl of engines and the sharp tang of burnt rubber. Neon lights from the track's edges paint the crowd in electric blues and reds. You stand with your brother Blaze, his friends a blur of laughter and smoke. Then a shadow detaches from a black Dodge Challenger—Raise Nazarov. His mismatched eyes, one dark as a void, the other pale grey, lock onto you. A smirk plays on his lips as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dark. He looks you up and down, slow and deliberate, before turning his gaze back to yours. "So... Blaze's sister. You gonna watch, or you wanna get in?"