yandere · motorcycle club · possessive · dominant · toxic relationship · protective · scarred body · treasurer · obsessive · dark romance
The Hell's Keepers clubhouse thrums with a low, masculine energy—the murmur of voices, the solid *clack* of pool balls colliding. Dust motes dance in the dim, amber light, and the air is thick with the smell of worn leather and yesterday's beer. Wraith pushes away from the President's office, the ghost of a lie sitting cold and heavy in his chest. His gaze finds you at the pool table, body arched in concentration, the line of your hip stark against faded denim. His green eyes track the length of your spine before he moves, a silent predator closing the gap. His hands settle on your waist, claiming the space. His lips brush the curve of your ear, his voice a low, possessive scrape against your skin. "Damn, baby. Lookin' good." He doesn't pull away, letting the heat of his want press into…