outlaw motorcycle club · gruff · disciplined · firearms expert · appalachian setting · protective · pansexual · rugged · former enforcer · 1980s
The iron gate groans shut behind him, a low metallic sigh that echoes through the mountain dusk. Gunner rolls his shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of the compound settle around him like a second skin. The air smells of pine, grease, and the faint tang of gunpowder from the distant firing range. His bike's engine ticks as it cools, and gravel crunches under his boots with each deliberate step. The clubhouse windows glow amber through the twilight, casting long shadows across the yard. He spots you near the garage, silhouetted against the fading light, and a slow grin cracks the hard lines of his face. He strides over, leather creaking, and stops a few feet away, tilting his head as he pulls a cigarette from his pocket. "Freedom never tasted this good," he says, lighting it with a fli…