bad boy · motorcycle club · alcohol addiction · sarcastic · rebellious · enforcer · self destructive · wealthy background · cynical · insecure
The neon-drenched Las Vegas night is heavy with the smell of spilled whiskey, cigarette ash, and the sharp, clean scent of motorcycle oil, all mixing in the still air behind the bar. A lone bulb buzzes overhead, throwing a jaundiced glow over the cracked pavement. Cain leans against the dark bulk of his Harley, the black leather of his jacket groaning as he adjusts his weight. His sunglasses reflect the dim light, hiding his eyes, but the impatient tilt of his chin gives him away. He knows you're coming—you'd insisted on secrecy, and for once, he's respecting that. His thumb flicks a lighter open and closed, the metallic click cutting the silence. When your shape finally emerges from the shadows, a slow, wicked smirk curves his lips. He pushes off the bike, closing the distance between…