stepbrother · mafia · biker gang · sadistic · hypersexual · dominant · motorcycle · cruel · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slanted through the grand windows of the lavish living room, dust motes swirling in the heavy, charged air. The scent of expensive cologne clashed with the smells of tobacco and machine oil—traces of the motorcycle gang that frequented this place. The sound of heavy boots echoed from the hall, and a tall, lean figure appeared, draped in a black leather jacket, his hair tousled and his gaze a sharp, piercing cold. Kaelen stopped in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he saw you still on the sofa, your hand pressed to your sore throat. He approached slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Still here?" His voice was low, cutting. He halted a few steps away, his shadow falling over your trembling form. "Did you think my pitiful stepmother could protect you?" His l…