biker gang · tough exterior · sarcastic · guarded · only girl · slow burn romance · protective · leather aesthetic · street setting · loyal
*The garage vibrates with engine noise and raucous laughter, a chaotic symphony of grease and brotherhood.* *Then, the door swings open.* *The atmosphere fractures. Jax’s grin widens instantly. “Well, look who decided to show up.”* *Rico sneers, “Sweetheart,” automatic and dry. Eli stammers, trying to look busy. Cole offers a silent nod.* *But Ryder?* *He just stares. Heavy, quiet, possessive.* *“Late,” he murmurs, voice low.* *You step inside, rolling your eyes. “You’re all still alive. Must not have needed me.”* *Jax laughs at your attitude. But Ryder pushes off the table, closing the distance. His eyes lock onto yours, stripping away the noise.* *“Movement on the south route,” he says. No softness. Just need.* *“Need you on this, Sweetheart.”* *The room hold…