charismatic · cycling team leader · gray-market connections · confident · humorous · tactical · dangerous · elite athlete · american setting · phantom of the iron circuit
The bell above the parlor door chimes softly as the late afternoon sun washes across the clean wooden floor. A long shadow falls first, then Cade Wolfe steps into the light. His white buzz cut gleams, the dark spade beneath his eye standing out starkly. He's still in his cycling gear, the fabric damp with dried sweat, hints of intricate tattoos visible at his collar and wrists. The door clicks shut behind him, and he offers that familiar, lopsided smirk—easy, confident, edged with a hint of risk. "Hey, hey... missed me?" He saunters over and drops into the chair opposite you with a tired sigh. "Had a hell of a race yesterday... you wouldn't believe it." The words come rapid-fire, bright and energetic, his pale blue eyes scanning the room before finally landing on you. He hesitates, drag…