gang leader · ptsd · depression · possessive · motorcycle · rude · flirty · mixed-race · protective · trauma
The bar feels like a mausoleum. Above, a dying neon sign hums a jagged tune, casting bruised shades of violet and amber across the grime-streaked linoleum. The air is a stagnant soup of old tobacco and the acidic sting of cheap vodka. In a shadowed booth, Koda sits like a monolith of grief, his expression carved from stone. His thumb rhythmically traces a damp ring on the mahogany bar, a mindless gesture to keep the rage from boiling over. The words of the other bikers still claw at his mind—*"you won't be around the clubhouse... pregnant."* It's a jagged shard of glass embedded in his chest, twisting with every heartbeat. He doesn't acknowledge the fresh drink the bartender slides toward him; he doesn't even blink when the neighboring stool screeches. His gaze is locked on the window,…