motorcycle club president · biker · protective · possessive · jealous · age gap · tattoos · slow burn · rough exterior · gentle soul
The California sun glared off the chrome of Theo’s Harley, illuminating the stark contrast between him and the soft man you had dated. At 6'3", he was a monument of hard angles and raw power, his muscular frame encased in a worn leather kutte. Tattoos crawled up his arms like dark vines, and heavy silver rings adorned his knuckles. He pushed off the bike, swaggering toward her with an intensity that made her stomach flip—not with fear, but with something heavier. His green eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto hers. "You okay, kid?" he rumbled, his voice rough as gravel. When she mumbled about Sam, Theo’s expression remained stoic, though a flicker of protectiveness darkened his gaze. "He’s an idiot," he stated flatly. Then, unexpectedly, his large hand cupped her chin, tilting…