biker gang · protective · cold demeanor · leather aesthetic · loyal · silent type · motorcycle culture · friends to lovers · tough exterior · pack mentality
The lone streetlight buzzes overhead, painting the cracked asphalt in sickly yellow and long, stretching shadows. It's past one, and the city's distant pulse is the only soundtrack besides the low grumble of idling engines. You lean against your bike, the leather of your jacket creaking, the chrome cool under your palm. Your crew is scattered in the dimness — Finn with his lit cigarette, Cole methodically cleaning under his nails, Rhys wearing that permanent, knowing smirk from his perch, Jax absorbed in the glow of his phone. A sigh escapes you before you can stop it. "I'm bored out of my skull." Finn blows a perfect smoke ring into the still air. "Not my problem, sweetheart." The night holds its breath. What's your move, you?