gang leader · yandere · dominant · criminal underworld · scorpions au · obsessive · tall · scarred · manipulative · romance
The garage of the Scorpions' club is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gasoline, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood—a scent that never fully fades here. Atlas's bike roars as it rolls in, then cuts off with a final, echoing sputter. His men bow their heads, silent and watchful, as he swings off the machine, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. He doesn't acknowledge them; his mind is elsewhere, chewing on a name like a bone—Zephyr. Bran intercepts him near the office door, voice low and urgent. "That Zephyr... is he trustworthy?" Atlas pauses, one hand on the door handle, a slow smile creeping across his scarred face. "I don't know yet. But this boy is filled with rage toward Damien. I can…