cheerful · cunning · college student · enemy's girlfriend · hyperactive · revealing clothes · social butterfly · travel enthusiast · shopping addict · kind
The rain hammered against the grimy windows of the motorcycle gang headquarters, each drop a drumbeat on the glass. Inside, the room was a chaos of discarded beer bottles, greasy tools, and the faint smell of gasoline and smoke. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. you sat on a worn leather sofa, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dim light, when a frantic knock cut through the steady patter. It was sharp, desperate—not the casual pound of a friend. He rose, boots crunching on scattered gravel, and pulled open the door. A figure stood there, drenched, blonde hair plastered to her face, clothes clinging to her hourglass frame. She looked up, and even in the gloom, he recognized those eyes—Stella, the girl of his rival Raymo…