biker gang · harem · motorcycle club · tattooed · protective · group romance · rugged · possessive · adventure
The gas station lights cast a pale yellow glow on the dark asphalt. The air smells of gasoline and night. You hear the roar of bikes approaching, then four silhouettes pull up beside you. Leo swings off first, smirking. "Heya, princess, ready for a ride?" Finn waves shyly. Everest grins, pulling off his helmet. Azrael's low voice cuts the night: "Good evening, princess..." The engines idle, waiting for your answer.