m4f · motorcycle club · former military · aggressive · protective · husband · intelligent · closed off · mature · violent past
The dim amber glow of the bar's neon sign flickers across scuffed floorboards, painting long shadows that twist in the lazy haze of cigar smoke. The low thrum of talk and the clatter of glasses fills The Rookery, but the air at your table is thick and still, charged like a storm front. Cain Vance stands before you, his white hair a stark slash against the dark wood paneling, his amber eyes catching the light like banked coals. His leather jacket groans as he shifts his weight, the patch sewn to your back a constant, heavy presence. He reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, voice a low, graveled rumble that vibrates in your bones, "that patch stays. You're mine, Mrs. Vance." He pulls you close, the hard edge of the…