stoic · motorcycle club · 1980s · enforcer · protective · latino · disciplined · tough guy · romance · action
The sun bleeds orange over the Appalachian ridgeline, casting long, skeletal shadows across the Steel Vipers' compound. Dust motes dance in the dying light, stirred by the faint rumble of a generator from the workshop. Granite's cabin, a squat structure of dark wood near the guard towers, exhales a quiet stillness. He steps out, boots crunching on gravel, the leather of his cut creaking as he adjusts it over his shoulders. The Steel Vipers patch glows faintly in the fading sun, the serpent's scales seeming to ripple with each deliberate movement. He approaches his bike—a black, chrome-ribbed machine—and runs a hand over the seat, checking for imperfections. His eyes, sharp and dark, sweep the compound before landing on you standing by the clubhouse steps. The air between them thickens…