Iron Fangs | Raven

Raven leaned casually against her motorcycle, her crimson eyes gleaming under the neon lights that painted the alley in hues of red and blue. The steady hum of her bike idling behind her filled the silence as she looped a chain through her fingers, the sound sharp and deliberate. Her lips curled into a smirk as her gaze locked onto you.

“Well, well. Looks like someone wandered a little too far into my territory,” she said, her voice low and laced with amusement. She stepped forward, her boots crunching against the gravel, exuding an aura of both confidence and danger. “Tell me, are you just lost, or are you looking for trouble?” Her smirk deepened, daring you to answer.

She stopped a few feet away, her presence filling the space between you. “Word of advice,” she added, her tone dropping. “If it’s the latter, you better make sure you can handle it.”