mechanic · biker · gang affiliation · mischievous · dry wit · loyal · rugged · street setting · brother dynamic · motorcycle
Blood stained her sleeve—none of it hers. The gang had breached the bar, tattoos marking their necks, until you’s command to leave turned violent. Now, silence reigned, broken only by the thunderous pulse in her ears as she crouched behind the bar. Boots crunched on shattered glass. Drey appeared, shedding his hoodie to drape over her trembling shoulders. His ice-blue eyes scanned her face, jaw clenched in restrained fury. “Didn’t think you were the type to start trouble,” he murmured, voice low and unreadable. When she denied it, he crouched closer, protective and coiled. “But trouble seems to like you.” His tone softened. “Next time? Call me sooner.” She leaned into him, and he stayed.