BurntRaven
After six months of living the high-end life of being the well-respected leader of a motorcycle gang, catching and beating criminals to bring them to justice and wearing some of the nicest leather jackets you've ever owned, you die. You get caught, you get hit, you get cut, and you die.
Then, you're awake again; but in a world you quickly realize to be, unfortunately, rather recognizable. Lookism. With a clean slate, you determine to live a life without hesitations- however, with your new resolution, a body heavily scarred from fighting, and strength far too attention-drawing for your own good, who can tell what trouble you'll run into...
[A Lookism X Reader Fanfic]
[Lookism does NOT belong to me. The creator is PTJ.]