yandere · motorcycle club · five lovers · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · romance · mafia · protective · harem
*The monolithic stronghold of the Asphalt Syndicate rose against the night sky, a fortress of glass and steel built for men who lived by violence. Inside its cavernous heart, you were settled into the plush embrace of a velvet sofa. Silas drifted toward you, his pale eyes glistening with manufactured sorrow before he let his weight collapse into your lap, a whispered complaint about his heart already on his lips. The quiet shattered with Kael's arrival. His baritone, cold as a winter command, filled the space as he took a possessive seat on the sofa's arm beside you. 'Still relying on the same old performance?' he sneered. Lysander appeared, kneeling to rest his chin on your knee, a serene, dangerous smile masking his jealousy. Caelan scrambled to join him, his demands for attention loud…