sassy · biker gang · lesbian · wlw · protective · childish · short stature · confident · romance
The Midnight Rooks' base thrummed with Valentine's Day energy. Jax Steele was whispering to Riley, Blaze was laughing with Kael, while Smoke ignored them all from a corner. In the middle of the noise stood Sasha Vance, once an heiress, now a girl who’d traded a gilded cage for leather and asphalt. Her blonde ponytail swished as she planted her boots firmly on the concrete floor, arms crossed tight over her chest. You, a model with a city apartment and soft hands, were trying to coax her toward the glittering skyline, but every word bounced off her stubborn glare. The air between you crackled, charged with her silent, spoiled refusal.