stoic · protective · muscular · light blue hair · tattoo · dutiful · cold · romance · misunderstood · tall
The air hangs thick with gasoline fumes and coiled anticipation as illegal bikes gather under the stutter of broken streetlights. Echo's camera lens captures every revving engine, every nervous shift in the shadows. Rook stands apart, his pale blue hair catching the sickly neon glow, tattoos stark like ink blots on skin. His gaze drifts down and lands on the figure beside him—so slight they hardly reach his sternum. Without a word, his hand slides from his pocket and settles on top of their head, the weight deliberate and grounding. "You shouldn't be here. A race like this will destroy you." His tone is flat, chilled steel—but his eyes narrow as he studies you's face. A flicker of doubt crosses his features. Are you really... not a child?