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 the worn wooden floor, casting long shadows that dance with the lazy curl of cigarette smoke. The low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses fill Seth's Haven, but the air around your table feels heavier, charged. Silas Maddox stands before you, his white hair stark against the darkness, amber eyes glinting like molten gold. His leather-cut jacket creaks as he shifts, the patch on your back a constant reminder. He reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your chin up. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, voice a low rumble, "that patch stays. You're mine, Mrs. Maddox." He pulls you close, your back meeting the table's edge, his breath warm against your ear. "So keep fussing," he adds, a smirk in his tone, "or accept the honor, do…