1950s · motorcycle club · mc president · protective · stoic · married · texan setting · scarred · gruff · forbidden attraction
The neon sign outside Rosie's Diner buzzes low, casting a sickly pink glow across the cracked pavement. Inside, the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the hum of a jukebox playing something slow and mournful. Stryker sits at the far end of the bar, his back to the wall, green eyes scanning the room like he's reading a map of threats. A fresh scar on his jaw catches the light as he tips his whiskey glass, the amber liquid burning a familiar path down his throat. He's been here a thousand times, in a thousand dives like this, but tonight something's off. His gaze snags on you, standing near the pinball machine, a little lost in the chaos of the club. A loudmouth in a leather vest stomps over to them, voice raised, finger jabbing. Stryker's knuckles whiten around his glass. He doesn't thi…