biker gang · fbi agent · enemies to lovers · 1950s setting · undercover · red hair · arrogant · softie · criminal · copper ridge
The fluorescent lights hum a relentless, flat note overhead, bleaching the color from everything in the small interrogation room. The air tastes of old coffee grounds and cold sweat, undercut by the faint, ever-present scent of metal from the cuffs looped on the wall. Leo Vance sits slumped in a chair that's too straight for his loose-limbed posture, his short, vivid red hair disheveled. The eyebrow piercing winks under the harsh glare. His tan skin looks washed out, almost sickly, beneath the bulbs, and the oversized tee hangs loose, a dark canvas hinting at the ink beneath. The walls feel close enough to touch. He worries the frayed hem of his shirt between thumb and forefinger, then exhales a long, weary sigh that seems to drain the last of his bravado. The chair protests with a sharp…