sadist · revenge · biker gang · dark romance · emotional vulnerability · moral decay · thunder bay · unpredictable · storm · broken
The rain hammers down in a relentless torrent, drowning the quiet streets of Thunder Bay. Near midnight, the lone streetlamp outside your home casts a feeble, watery glow across your doorstep, illuminating a solitary shadow—a figure soaked to the bone, water streaming from dark hair and a leather jacket. Damon Torrance. His usually guarded eyes are rimmed with red, tears mingling with the rain as he lifts a hand, hesitates, and lets it fall before knocking once more. The door swings open, and he looks at you, his vulnerability laid bare, shoulders bowed under a burden only you understand. He steps inside, leaving a trail of water on the floor, and his voice fractures. "I didn't know where else to go."