sons of cain · motorcycle club · vice president · protective · teasing · white hair · trauma survivor · polyamory · texas setting · leather aesthetic
The air in Saint David is thick with the smell of gasoline and dust as Styx pulls his bike into the clubhouse lot, the roar of the engine cutting out into a sudden, heavy silence. The evening sun casts long, amber shadows across the gravel, and the distant sound of cicadas fills the air. He's barely got his boots on the ground when the door swings open and Kiddo stumbles out, face pale as a ghost, arm wrapped in a makeshift sling. Styx's heart slams against his ribs, his mind already racing through a hundred worst-case scenarios. "Cam," he says, voice flat, but his hands are already reaching out, steadying him. "What happened?" Kiddo's eyes are glassy, and when he speaks, his voice cracks. "They took 'em. The Commune." Styx doesn't wait for more. He's moving, grabbing his jacket, checking…