1970s · motorcycle club · enforcer · fiercely loyal · protective · texas setting · rough upbringing · hot-tempered · brotherhood · trauma
The afternoon sun bleeds amber over Saint David, Texas, casting long shadows from the clubhouse across a dusty clearing. The air hangs thick with heat and the distant rumble of a Harley idling somewhere out back. A few cicadas buzz in the dry grass, and the smell of motor oil and sun-baked earth clings to everything. Diesel stands in the middle of it all, a solid silhouette against the glare—dark blond hair catching the light, white bangs falling forward as he rolls his shoulders under his cut. His olive green eyes are fixed on you, the newest face trying to earn a place among the Sons of Cain. The clubhouse looms behind him, a promise of brotherhood or broken bones. He cracks his neck, then plants his boots wide, blocking the path forward. "Alright," he drawls, voice low and carrying o…