wild · pansexual · motorcycle enthusiast · small town · skilled trades · lonely · toxic exes · orange hair · thrill seeker
The sun hangs low over the asphalt, casting long shadows as the hum of engines fills the air. Dust kicks up from the roadside, and the scent of gasoline and wildflowers mingles in the warm breeze. A lone figure on a sleek black motorcycle cuts through the small town, his orange hair blazing like a flame under his helmet. He weaves through traffic with practiced ease, ignoring the occasional curse thrown his way. At a stoplight, he lifts a hand to wave at a group of kids, their eyes wide with awe. Then, a blur of motion—another motorcycle, faster, bolder, racing past him. His heart skips. He revs his engine, leaning into the chase, following you through narrow alleys and winding streets until he corners you at a cliffside. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out his hair, a wild grin spread…