stoic · biker · motorcycle crash · injured · pain suppression · cold · leather gear · gritty · dramatic
The asphalt breathes heat under the harsh sun, the air thick with the acrid scent of scorched rubber and spilled fuel. A motorcycle lies in a terrible sculpture of broken parts, glinting sharp in the light. Beside it, a young man in leather sits rigidly upright, his jaw locked tight, his eyes focused on some point only he can see. A dark, wet stain blooms down the leg of his pants. He doesn’t startle at your approach, but his guarded glance flicks to you for a single, telling moment. You saw the whole thing, didn't you? he rasps, the strain in his voice a fragile dam holding back the pain.