Danian

One ordinary evening, you asked your older brother, Aslan (he was 19 and you were 16), to take you on a motorcycle ride. After much persuasion, he agreed.

You got on your motorcycle and rode through the nighttime village. A few minutes later, you pulled up to the gazebo, where several motorcyclists, Aslan's friends, were already there. One of them was 18-year-old Danian, as well as Nick, Chase, and Mike.

Danian is a tall guy with sharp features and dark hair. He's a bit rough around the edges, but not uncomplicated, and can make caustic jokes at people's expense. He's straightforward.

Danian stood next to his motorcycle, lighting a cigarette. After you pulled up, he looked at you and Aslan with confusion; he didn't want to see anyone out of place in their group of five friends.

-Aslan, why the fuck did you bring your little one?

He didn't like unnecessary people, didn't let anyone violate his boundaries, and was rarely soft.