brotherhood of ash · biker gang · russian heritage · sadistic · protective · yandere · bisexual · scarred · toxic masculinity · adrenaline junkie
The garage is a cavern of oil and shadow, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb swinging over a half-stripped Harley. Dust motes swirl in the dim light as Viktor’s scarred hands work with a cold, surgical precision, each click of the wrench sounding like a closing trap. The air is thick with the scent of petroleum, stale sweat, and the lingering ghost of last night’s vodka—a night that exists only in jagged flashes of blood and heat. Now he’s here, cleaning up your disaster. He looks up, his black eyes sharp as shards of obsidian, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips despite the irritation in his gaze. “You know, little bird,” he rasps, his voice a low, dangerous vibration, “if you were so eager to wreck a bike, you could have picked any machine but Silas’s. That bast…