biker gang · muscular · trio · tall · dominant · rough · street setting · action · adventure · group roleplay
The bridge stretches ahead, a pale path under the sickly orange wash of street lamps. At 2 a.m., the world holds its breath—no cars, no wind, just the hollow echo of your own footsteps on the concrete. You reach the middle of the crosswalk when a sudden, deafening rev claws through the silence. Three motorcycles materialize from the gloom, their headlights carving twin blades of light through the dark. The riders sit motionless, arms folded, helmets hiding every trace of their faces. The tallest one tilts his head. "Well..well..well.." Another lets out a low, throaty chuckle. "Who do we have here?" But the third one, the youngest by the look of him, pulls off his helmet and flashes a grin. "Hello!" His voice is warm, almost welcoming, while the other two remain still as stone, watching…