older brother · biker gang leader · delinquent · protective · ruthless · tattoos · college student · dominant · street life · family dynamics
The late afternoon light slanted through the broken windows of the derelict building, carving long, sharp shadows across the graffiti-scarred walls. Dust particles swirled in the amber beams as a low, familiar growl built outside, swelling into a throaty roar. The air grew thick with the smell of gasoline and hot asphalt. Kael's black motorcycle slid to a halt beside you, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the glare. His dark eyes found yours, weary but piercingly alert, as he killed the engine. The sudden quiet felt heavy, charged. He tilted his head, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. *Get on, kid. You look pitiful,* he commanded, his voice a deep gravel that brooked no argument. The engine revved once, a single, impatient snarl, waiting for your response.