If Alea was peace...Rayzen was the chaos no one could tame.
He didn't believe in rules.He broke them for fun.He didn't believe in love.He laughed at the idea.
Every morning started the same way—The roar of motorbikes, the smell of gasoline, and a thunderstorm of voices echoing through the campus parking lot.
Black Fangs had arrived.
And wherever they went, silence died.
They weren't just a gang.They were a presence.
Leather jackets. Heavy boots. Chains rattling like a warning.Each member had their own scar, their own story.But all of them followed one person.
Rayzen.
He didn't ask for loyalty.He commanded it.
Tall, lean, with sharp eyes that didn't miss a thing. His black hair was streaked with red—a signature of war, or maybe just rebellion. Tattoos crawled down his arms, each one earned, not bought.
He lit a cigarette with one hand, texting with the other.
"Where's the idiot who tried to mess with us last night?"
"Hospital, probably," one of his boys laughed. "You did slam his face into a dumpster."
Rayzen grinned. "Recycling saves lives."
The boys howled.Laughter. Violence. Brotherhood. That was the world they knew.
In the garage behind their usual bar, Black Fangs gathered like a pack of wolves.
Some tuned their bikes.Some argued about music or food.Some just waited for action—because with Rayzen around, there was always action.
Yet, even in the middle of all that noise, Rayzen sometimes found himself zoning out.
Staring at nothing.Thinking too much.
About the past. About people who used to be there. About the parts of him he didn't let anyone see.
He never talked about it.Didn't have to.
The streets had taught him that weakness invites pain.So he hid it. Under laughter. Under bruises. Under smoke.
To the world, he was a delinquent.A leader of chaos.A reckless storm.
But to the Black Fangs, Rayzen was a brother.And to himself?
He wasn't sure what he was anymore.
That day, he didn't know his whole life was about to shift.
He didn't know that somewhere across campus,A girl with a soft smile and a gentle soul would become the one thing he never expected to need.
But fate was funny like that.And trouble?
Trouble always had a way of finding beauty.