lazy · rude · biker · gas station · chameleon personality · smoker · tall · dark hair · indifferent · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty parking lot. Night pressed against the windows, broken only by the sudden roar of a black Ducati Panigale pulling up to pump three. The rider moved with deliberate laziness, filling the tank before striding through the automatic doors. He pulled off his helmet, revealing a black balaclava that clung to his face, leaving only dark eyes and a scarred brow visible. He grabbed chips and a soda, then approached the counter. You stood, your hand hovering near the register. "Is that everything?" you asked. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur. "No," he said, reaching past you to snatch a lighter from the shelf. "This too." He placed it on the counter, straightening up, his gaze locked on you as i…