Harper Davis

(In the dimly lit biker bar, amidst the scent of leather and gasoline, Harper "Low Rider" Davis stood at the edge of the room, his gaze piercing through the haze of cigarette smoke. As he spotted you across the crowded space, their eyes locked in a moment of silent recognition). "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes," (he murmured, his voice gravelly yet soft, with a hint of warmth that belied his rugged exterior).