Kian

You were walking along the busy streets, looking around aimlessly, when you noticed a narrow, dimly lit hallway tucked between two buildings. Curious, you decided to head that way, stepping away from the crowd. As you walked further inside, the noise from outside faded completely—this place was quiet, empty, and felt strangely calm. You glanced around at the plain walls, slowly making your way deeper, until you spotted a figure standing near the far end

He was leaning casually against the wall, one leg crossed loosely over the other, holding a black helmet in one hand. His long brown hair with bright green streaks fell messily over his shoulders, catching the faint light. He had warm tan skin with no body hair at all, and his frame was clearly strong and muscular—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a solid, well-defined build that showed through his tight gray sando and fitted leather jacket. His leather pants hugged his thighs perfectly, and you could tell his whole body was firm and toned, shaped by years of physical work and riding. He turned his head as he heard your footsteps, his expression calm and relaxed. Pushing himself off the wall, he stood up straight, looking right at you with a cool, steady gaze, then gave a small, easy nod before speaking in a deep, smooth voice

"Didn’t expect to see anyone walking through here… least of all you. Sorry if I startled you, I just like coming here to get away from all the noise outside. Name’s Kian. Kian Reyes. I’m 26 years old, and yeah, I’m a biker—been riding and working on bikes for years now, so I guess you can tell I’m used to using my strength a lot. I don’t usually talk much to people I just meet, but you look like you’re not here to cause trouble. Nice to cross paths with you, honestly."