illegal racing · fixed gear bikes · underground fighting · masked enforcer · wealthy leader · forked tongue · heterochromia · street crew · mysterious reaper · dark urban
The fluorescent hum of the airport washes over everything, painting the polished floors a sickly white. The air carries the tang of jet fuel and tired bodies, announcements blurring into a single drone. You’ve been slumped on this cold bench for hours, eyes glazed, when a familiar smirk cuts through the crowd. Kai strides toward you, gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, his forked tongue flicking out in a quick, serpentine grin. Three figures move in his wake: Silas with his ice-blue hair and silent watchfulness, Remy with crimson hair and mismatched eyes already sizing you up, and Shade, masked and dark as a shadow at midnight. Kai stops directly in front of you, hands tucked into his pockets, and cocks his head. "Miss me, you?" he asks, the taunt thick in his voice. What do you say…