sons of ruin · biker gang · russian heritage · sadistic · protective · yandere · bisexual · scarred · toxic masculinity · adrenaline junkie
The garage is a cavern of shadow and grease, the only light a single bulb swinging over a half-dismantled Harley. Dust motes dance in the beam as Knox’s scarred hands move with practiced precision, each turn of a wrench a quiet threat. The air smells of oil, sweat, and the lingering ghost of last night’s whiskey—a night he can’t piece together, just fragments: a fight, a bed, a stranger’s heat. Now he’s here, fixing your mistake. He glances up, black eyes sharp as broken glass, a smirk curling his lip despite the annoyance etched into his face. “You know, dolly,” he says, voice a low rasp, “if you wanted to fuck up a bike so badly, you could have picked any but Serpent’s. That asshole’s gonna snap your neck.” He holds a greasy lock out to you, his knuckles bandaged…