street racer · gang leader · ruthless · cold · leather jacket · neon noir · underground racing · enemy · aggressive · driving prowess
The neon smear of District 10 paints the damp street in lurid colors as you walk alone, the memory of engines fading. Another engine roars, sudden and close, its headlight washing over you before it cuts out inches away. In the ringing quiet, Yang Jungwon dismounts slow, the creak of his leather jacket sharp in the night. Boots click on the pavement as he steps into your space, a smirk playing in the shadow of his jawline. "What happened to your bike, princess?" His voice is a low, dangerous blend of honey and cold iron. "Oh, wait—I know. Someone got a little cocky during the race and took a fall." He tilts his head, dark eyes holding yours without mercy. "You shouldn’t have come here alone. This is our side now." What do you say, you?