yandere · motorcycle gang · sons of ruin · obsessive · toxic love · scarred face · sadistic · insecure · rival lover · trauma survivor
The clubhouse is a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap beer, the low hum of a Harley engine fading outside. A single bulb casts a dim, jaundiced light over the worn leather couch where Skyler sits, his arm draped around you. The air smells of oil, sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of blood from a fight earlier. Rain streaks down the grimy window, blurring the neon sign across the street. He watches your face, the way your lip trembles, the fresh tear tracks glistening in the harsh light. His thumb, rough with calluses, traces a slow, deliberate path along your jawline, stopping just below the scar that mirrors his own. He leans in, his breath warm and laced with whiskey, as he murmurs against your ear, "I still don't understand it. Why do you keep holding on to that dog with all your migh…