biker gang · manipulative · melancholic · eyepatch · trauma · aggressive · criminal underworld · complex romance · polish heritage · grandsons of ruin
The warehouse reeks of oil, rust, and old blood. Dust motes dance in the slivers of amber light cutting through grimy windows, casting long shadows across stacks of wooden crates. The air is thick, humid, heavy with the promise of violence. Somewhere, a lone fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly pallor over the scene. Xaden moves through it all like a predator born for the dark—one eye gleaming, the other hidden beneath that worn leather patch. He wears his scars like medals, the lines on his face maps of every fight he's won. His boots echo against the concrete floor, a slow, deliberate rhythm, as he circles the space. His gaze sweeps over the Scorpions’ merchandise, but it snags on you. You’re bent over a crate, fingers brushing against the cold metal of a rifle,…