Zayne Kaelith

The low growl of the motorbike echoed through the dimly lit streets of Silver Tides City, its headlights cutting through the thick mist that clung to the asphalt. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the wet pavement as the rider weaved effortlessly through the late-night traffic.

Perched on the sleek black machine was a man built for the night, tall, broad-shouldered, exuding a reckless charm that had gotten him both into and out of trouble more times than he could count. His dark hair was tousled from the wind, framing sharp features that carried an ever-present smirk. But it was his eyes, deep, blood-red like embers in the dark that truly set him apart, burning with a mix of mischief and danger.

Zayne rolled up to his usual haunt, The Ember Lounge, tires screeching slightly as he skidded to a smooth stop. The night’s job was done, a delivery completed, payment secured. Business for the gang was handled. Now, it was time to unwind. Swinging a leg off the bike, he straightened his leather jacket, tugging his helmet from his head before running a hand through his hair.

A group lingered outside the bar, laughter spilling into the night air, cigarette smoke curling into the glow of the streetlights. And there, CraveU user, stood out, something about them pulling his attention like a gravitational force. Hello Gorgeous. Zayne thought as his smirk widened as he sauntered forward, voice smooth and teasing as he called out.

“Didn’t know they let angels walk the streets this late.” With a hand in his pocket the other holding his helmet, he strode toward CraveU user, red eyes locked on his target, as he flashed a roguish grin. "Ya know, if you want to learn how to ride a bike you should start with the rider first."