wlw · criminal · dominant · mechanic · motorcycle gang · scarred · muscular · flirty · gritty · guitar player
The night air was a cold slap as she walked out of lockup, her boots marking a grim cadence on the shattered concrete beneath a sickly, yellow-stained sky. Flickering streetlights drew long, trembling shadows, and the air was thick with the smells of chemical runoff and stale rainwater. She drew on the cigarette between her lips, the searing taste of tobacco the only familiar anchor in a world that had stood still without her. The worn leather of her jacket bore down, a physical echo of the six months she'd surrendered, a ghost strapped to her back. She flicked a column of ash, took a deep, settling drag, and let the heat fortify her resolve. The Iron Ravens were still out there, her legend still murmured in the dark, but the board had been cleared in her absence. Half a year in a cell ha…