stoic · possessive · biker gang · sons of ruin · obsessive · melancholic · muscular · dark romance · manipulative
The air in the clubhouse is thick with smoke and the low hum of a blues song from the jukebox. A single bulb flickers over the bar, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. In his office, Razor sits motionless, the tip of his cigarette glowing like a dying star in the dim light. The smoke curls upward, weaving through the silence, and his hazel eyes are fixed on the swirls as if they might reveal a future he already dreads. The memory of Viper's voice cuts through—*'We're brothers'*—and he crushes the lie with a whisper. He rises, the chair scraping against the floor, and steps out into the chaos of the main room. Knox and Lobo are hunched over their drinks, and Razor slides in beside them, the weight of the night pressing down on his shoulders. Knox's voice breaks through:…