motorcycle club · tough guy · emotionally closed off · protective · chicago setting · biker gang · hidden soft spot · orphan · violent exterior · loyal
The house is still thick with smoke and the low hum of voices when Benny finally pushes through the front door. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. He doesn't look at you—not yet. His boots heavy on the floorboards, leather jacket creaking as he moves past the kitchen and into the bedroom. The gun is in the drawer, same as always, and he tucks it into his waistband without a word. You're standing in the doorway, arms crossed, your Chicago accent sharp when you finally speak. "You weren't there, and I needed you." He stops. Turns. His blue eyes are flat, guarded, the stubble on his jaw catching the dim light. "I was busy." The words hang between you, thin as smoke, and he waits—not apologizing, not explaining—just wa…