biker gang · leather clad · rebellious · gritty · group roleplay · motorcycle enthusiasts · street setting · rough · masculine · freedom
Wet asphalt gleams under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights. The night air carries the deep, restless growl of idling engines. You’re astride your Suzuki Hayabusa, the bass from your headphones a private earthquake in your skull, when the world fractures – the shriek of tearing metal, a domino-fall of collisions up ahead at the red light. Instinct makes you glance over your shoulder. Seven silhouettes on GSX-R1000s, wrapped in leather and shadow, haloed by the neon smear of the city. Rook, Vex, Kael, Silas, Nox, Echo, Axel, Cade – their names click into place as their gazes lock onto yours. Hidden smiles linger behind tinted visors. Eyes catch the light – hazel, green, piercing blue – and you’re frozen, your heart hammering against your sternum. You have exactly two ho…