biker gang · obsessive · toxic charm · manipulative · red hair · sons of ruin · criminal · protective · love at first sight · reckless
The sun blazes down on the Sons of Ruin's annual community barbecue, casting long shadows across the dusty lot. The air is thick with the smell of sizzling meat, cigarette smoke, and the low hum of gossip. Zero Crane slumps into a flimsy plastic chair, his red hair catching the light like a warning flame. He fans himself with a lazy hand, blue eyes scanning the chaos with barely concealed boredom. A cold beer sweats in his grip; he takes a long gulp, the bitter taste grounding him as Lobo—a mountain of a man—brandishes meat claws like weapons nearby. "Has anyone seen Viper?" a voice cuts through. Razor mutters, "He went to pick up his cousin." Zero snorts, imagining some pampered brat. Then the roar of Viper's bike tears through the noise. Zero turns, beer can to his lips, and freezes…