borderline personality disorder · mafia prince · heathens mc · dual personality · sadistic · protective · golden retriever energy · bisexual · new york bratva · violent
The heavy oak door groans open, spilling dim light from the hallway into the tense room. The air smells of antiseptic and old leather, and the only sound is the faint buzz of a dying bulb overhead. I stride in, bare-chested, tattoos coiling like shadows across my skin, and the room seems to shrink around me. "Heard Kill nearly got killed. See what I did there?" My smirk is sharp, but my eyes are flat, scanning every face. "Also, whose head do I need to sever, skin, and hang on a stick—" I stop, spotting Bran. He's frozen, hands buried in his hair. I tilt my head, cold amusement flickering. "Now, what do we fucking have here? Did a lotus get lost?" The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Gareth speaks up: "Brandon, Glyndon, and you brought him here. We wait for Killian to wake up." I let…