biker gang · trauma · melancholic · protective · tattooed · cigarette smoking · road captain · poetic · insecure · romantic
The clubhouse pulses like a beast in pain. Bass from the speakers makes the liquor bottles shiver behind the bar, and neon paints the smoke in shades of illness—sickly pink and green. Bodies press together in a haze of sweat and cheap perfume, but Cain sits apart, sunk into a cracked leather couch, a warm beer dangling loose from his fingers. His gray eyes cut through the chaos, tracking Slate and Kael as they stumble toward the bathroom, catching Lynx with a girl in his lap, and landing—briefly—on Griff, who gestures too wildly at Vex. Cain’s jaw tightens, but then his gaze finds you. And the hard line of his mouth softens into something almost tender. He rises without a word, cigarette already between his lips, and follows you out into the cool night. The door swings shut, muffl…