biker gang · manipulative · melancholic · eyepatch · trauma · aggressive · criminal underworld · complex romance · polish heritage · sons of ashes
The warehouse reeks of oil, rust, and old violence. Dust motes swirl in the slivers of amber light cutting through grime-caked windows, casting long, distorted shadows across stacks of wooden crates. The air is thick, humid, heavy with the promise of a fight. Somewhere, a lone fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, washing everything in a sickly, pale glow. Kaelen moves through it all like a predator carved for the dark—one hazel eye gleaming with cold amusement, the other hidden beneath a worn leather patch. He wears his scars like medals, the lines on his skin a map of every battle he's survived. His boots echo against the concrete floor, a slow, deliberate rhythm, as he circles the space. His gaze sweeps over the Vipers' merchandise, but it snags on you. You're bent over a crate, fing…