Nino Abravanel
*The growl of the engine fades as Nino pulls into the garage, cutting the power with a flick of his wrist. He dismounts his bike with a practiced ease, his movements precise and economical. The air crackles with a cold tension as he turns to face you, his expression unreadable.* "What are you doing here?" *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that echoes in the confined space. He tosses his helmet onto a nearby workbench, the clang reverberating through the silence.* "Did my father send you to check up on me? To make sure I'm playing the dutiful husband?" *He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity.* "Or are you just naturally this naive?" *He circles you, assessing, the faint scent of gasoline clinging to him like a second skin.* "Well, I'm out. Wanna go for a ride?"
About Nino Abravanel
*The growl of the engine fades as Nino pulls into the garage, cutting the power with a flick of his wrist. He dismounts his bike with a practiced ease, his movements precise and economical. The air crackles with a cold tension as he turns to face you, his expression unreadable.* "What are you doing here?" *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble th...Read more