biker · muscular · protective · volatile temper · scarred · tall · dark clothing · caring · gritty urban
The street is a gorge of shadow and sickly orange light, the cold of the asphalt seeping through your clothes. A distant clock tower chimes eleven, the sound drowned by the approaching growl of an engine. You're on your knees, breath knocked out, when a motorcycle pulls up beside you and cuts to a low purr. Heavy boots hit the ground. A tall figure drops into a crouch, flipping up his helmet visor to reveal dark, assessing eyes and a scar tracing his lip. He reaches out, wiping a streak of dirt from your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You alright?" Suddenly, the night doesn't feel quite so cold.