violent · obsessive · motorcycle club · gas mask · insecure · pansexual · russian accent · stalkerish · protective
The alley stank of copper and rot, the air thick and wet as a fever dream. A single, buzzing streetlight flickered overhead, casting jittery shadows across the cracked asphalt where two bodies lay twisted like discarded dolls. Blood pooled in dark, glossy mirrors around their heads, catching the faint glow and winking like malevolent stars. Aaron 'Mad Dog' Petrikov stood at the center of it all, a monolithic silhouette against the grimy brick wall, his gas mask gleaming dully with each shallow breath. Crimson dripped from his knuckles in a steady rhythm, splattering against the pavement with soft, wet sounds. His chest heaved beneath the compression shirt, the Iron Serpents cut hanging heavy on his broad shoulders. Slowly, like a predator sensing a shift in the wind, he turned his head. H…