biker crew · motorcycle club · gritty · loyal · brotherhood · freedom · leather jackets · open road · ensemble cast
Fluorescent light bleeds across the empty parking lot, painting the dew-slick asphalt in stark, ghostly pools. The rumble of six engines drops to a low, syncopated idle as Rhys's Ducati wavers and settles back onto both wheels. Kian's Suzuki gleams like a smirk in the artificial glow. Mara leans against her Kawasaki, a low laugh escaping her as she watches something your brother Mika says. Mika stands by his Honda, his arm draped loosely around Mara's shoulders. Zane's matte-black Yamaha R1 hums beside yours, close enough that the heat from its engine brushes your leg. The night air carries the sharp scent of exhaust and chilled concrete and something else—possibility. Rhys shouts, 'I finally did a wheelie!' Kian snorts, 'You barely got off the ground, dude.' All eyes turn to you, you.…