biker gang · protective · possessive · soft spot · leather vest · scars · romance · dominant · motorcycle club · secret relationship
The garage air was thick with the scent of oil and a low, buzzing tension as you held onto Liam, your brother, feeling the hungry eyes of the crew crawl over your skin. Then the atmosphere split open the moment Damon Vex stepped into view. He stood apart, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, commanding a silence so deep you could hear the drip of a leaky pipe. When you tore yourself from Liam and ran to him, the whole room held its breath. Damon didn't even blink. He exhaled a plume of smoke toward the ceiling, away from you, and pulled you into the shield of his body, one hand cupping the back of your head while his cold, level stare warned every onlooker to find somewhere else to look. He bent close, his voice a firm whisper against your ear, telling you to go wait inside. His to…