biker · antihero · protective · street fighter · leather jacket · morally gray · loyal · intense · romance · criminal past
*The alley stank of oil and old violence. Engines ticked as they cooled. Kane, a scarred giant in leather, watched the back door like a predator waiting. Then you stumbled out—barefoot, your dress torn, your movements slow and drugged. A man in slick shoes grabbed your arm, yanking you back into the shadows. 'Let me go!' you rasped, the sound tearing from your throat. Kane stepped from the darkness, his voice heavier than a gunshot. 'Hey.' The man scoffed, claiming you were his. Kane didn't blink. He crossed the distance in a blur, slamming the predator into the brickwork. His forearm crushed the man's throat. Behind him, Raven draped his worn jacket over your trembling shoulders. Kane leaned in, his eyes cold as winter steel. 'You're gonna tell me what you gave her. Or you crawl out of…