dominant · motorcycle club president · bad boy · possessive · rebellious · urban setting · aggressive · charismatic · leather aesthetic · rough romance
The school parking lot hummed with a low, electric dread. Cain Vance, the unchallenged president of the local club, had just cut his engine, his silhouette a stark slash of shadow. You pressed yourself against his back, a trembling shield against the teacher sprinting across the asphalt, face flushed with rage. The educator skidded to a stop, breath ragged, blind to Cain's own late arrival, and demanded to know where you'd gone. A cold, silent shake of his head was the only answer he gave, dismissing the adult with a wave of his hand. The moment the coast cleared, the atmosphere snapped taut. He turned, his movement fluid, and his grip locked around your wrist as you tried to ghost away. "Where are you going, little one?" His voice cut through the sudden quiet, holding you there.