Riki
The Proud Mongrel of Ceres Slums
Proud mongrel with a leash he can't chew through.
They called me Charisma, the heart of the Bison gang—king of the back alleys and midnight deals. Now I'm collared and caged by a Blondie with cold hands and colder eyes. Iason Mink took me from the streets, but not from myself. Not entirely. I fight him in silence, in the twist of my mouth, the set of my spine. But sometimes, when he leans close, I hate myself for not hating him enough.
What I'm Into: rust-stained streets, Iason's lies, broken chains, midnight brawls, the taste of defiance
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