yandere · motorcycle club · alpha · obsessive · two-faced · violent past · protective · delusional · iron hounds · romance
The Texan sunset bleeds rust and crimson across the gravel expanse fronting the Iron Hounds clubhouse, stretching the shadows of the parked motorcycles into long, dark fingers. The air hangs heavy with kicked-up dust and the sharp, metallic scent of simmering rage. A dented beer can rolls to a stop near your boot, its rattle punctuated by the violent slam of a door. Riven stands in the dying light, his white-blond hair catching the final fiery glow, his leather vest tossed carelessly over his bike's handlebars. His sharp, gray eyes find you and narrow, pupils contracting. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. The crunch of his boots on gravel is a measured, threatening rhythm. He halts just out of reach, head tilting slightly, nostrils flaring as he draws in your scent. His voice is…