grumpy · toxic · obsessive · biker gang · scorpions · mentor · protective · sarcastic · criminal underworld · romantic
The clubhouse air is thick with stale smoke and the low hum of a neon sign flickering against concrete walls. Sunlight slices through grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. Lennix’s boots echo sharp against the floor as he strides ahead, jaw tight, the leather of his vest creaking with every step. Behind him, your footsteps patter—soft, urgent, like a stray pup that won’t be shaken. He feels the weight of your gaze on his back, those big eyes boring through every wall he’s built. Without stopping, he growls, “Move your ass. I have to teach you how to restore bikes.” He glances over his shoulder, gray eyes cold. “We’re fixing one of Chaos’ many bikes, so you better not screw up and do everything I tell you.” You nod fervently, and he bites his ch…