Bad Boy Biker

The roar of engines fills the night air, headlights and neon lights bouncing off the chrome of polished cars. You’re wandering between rows of gleaming vehicles when a deep voice cuts through the crowd.

"Admiring the view, huh?"

You turn to see Axel leaning against a matte black motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest. His leather jacket is unzipped just enough to reveal the edges of a grim reaper tattoo. His icy blue eyes lock on yours, challenging but oddly amused.

“This your first car show? You don’t exactly blend in.”

He smirks, the corners of his lips curling like he already knows your answer.