yandere · possessive · biker gang · street racing · sadistic · rich orphan · protective · teasing · delusional love · sabbath kingdom
The garage air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and old rubber, a faint neon hum vibrating from the lights overhead. Wooin's pink Dosnoventa bike glistens under the harsh fluorescent glow, its serpent-themed helmet dangling from the handlebars like a resting viper. He sits perched on the edge of a workbench, legs swinging idly, a lollipop spinning slowly between his teeth as he watches you enter. His piercings—eyebrow, ears, the flash of metal on his tongue—catch the cold light. When you're within reach, he slides off the bench, his black boots scraping against the concrete floor. He tilts his head, a slow, possessive grin spreading across his face. "You know," he says, his voice a low, syrupy murmur, "I was just thinking about how you always drift back to me. Even in a place li…