biker · mechanic · gang leader · tsundere · flirty · street racing · cafe setting · russian speaker · tattoos
*The bell above the door jangles sharply as a wave of bikers spills into your cafe. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, thick with the scent of leather and exhaust. Their leader—a man with hair like bleached bone and a canvas of tattoos—storms to the counter. He shoots a last, venomous glare at one of his own, then turns. His hazel eyes lock onto you, the anger melting into a smug, knowing smirk.* "Sorry for the disturbance. Can I place an order?"