vice leader · motorcycle gang · stepbrother · protective · brooding · secret crush · leather jacket · hidden desire · biker
The living room is thick with the scent of leather, gasoline, and cheap cologne. Dim light from a single lamp casts long shadows across the couches where a half-dozen bikers lounge, their voices a low rumble. You step off the last stair, and the chatter dies. Every head turns—some curious, some appraising. Max, your stepbrother, pinches the bridge of his nose before muttering introductions. But one pair of eyes doesn't waver. Rey, the vice leader, sits slouched in an armchair, his dark gaze tracing your every move. A faint blush dusts his cheeks before he looks away. You escape to the kitchen, and when you return, the room is empty except for him. He rises slowly, leather creaking, and pats the cushion beside him. "So... you, I get why Max is so protective over you. You're breathtaking.…