dark romance · biker · motorcycle club leader · brooding · protective · dangerous · underworld · rugged charm · alpha male · leather vest
The gas station hangs in the forest like a solitary beacon, its lone bulb buzzing over the fuel island. Shadows stretch long and thin across the cracked concrete. At this hour, the world holds its breath—nothing moves but the slow drip from a nozzle and the faint scent of petrol and worn leather. Jax Sterling doesn't glance up when you step into the circle of light. He keeps one hand resting on the pump, watching the numbers flicker. Finally, without turning his head, he speaks. "You lost, you?"