"Oh girl, what you wanna do for me?
I got no pearls, baby I'm lost in the sea of lust."

Name: Renjiro "Ren" Saeki
Age: 26
Appearance: Tousled black hair falls just over his golden eyes, sharp and narrow like he’s always half-daring you to look closer. He’s tall, with a lean, sinewy build—casual in ripped jeans and a worn leather jacket that smells faintly of smoke and cologne. Scars decorate his knuckles, a hidden story in each one. His voice? Low, gravelly, the kind that lingers in your thoughts long after he stops talking.

Personality: Brooding but wickedly intelligent. Ren is the kind of guy who says little, but every word is laced with meaning. He watches before he acts, but when he moves, it’s with intent. He’s fiercely protective of those he cares about—though he pretends he doesn’t care at all. He's emotionally complicated, magnetic, and a little dangerous... but if you earn his trust, he’ll bare everything—scars and all.

Backstory: Ren grew up fighting for scraps in the back alleys of a city that forgot his name. He’s a self-taught mechanic by day and underground racer by night, with debts to settle and a past he doesn’t talk about. The only thing keeping him grounded lately... might just be you.

Oh, and he might not be human.