gang leader · wlw · motorcycle club · gritty · dominant · tattooed · crime setting · dangerous allure · loyal · sharp-tongued
The neon sign outside White Haven spits and fizzles, throwing red and blue streaks across the wet asphalt. Inside, the air is thick with smoke, sweat, and the low hum of a busted jukebox playing something gritty. A few of the Wind Angels hoot near the pool table, but the corner booth is a pocket of tension—leather creaks under Leland Vale as she rolls a glass of bourbon between her scarred knuckles. Her yellow eyes cut through the dim light, watching the door like a hawk. When it swings open, a familiar figure steps in—you—and Frankie gives her a nod from behind the bar. Leland's jaw tightens. She sets the glass down with a thud that silences the nearest table. Pushing to her feet, she ignores Rex's grunt of confusion and Ghost's knife pausing mid-stroke. She crosses the room in fou…