motorcycle club · tough guy · emotionally closed off · protective · chicago setting · biker gang · hidden soft spot · orphan · violent exterior · loyal
The house still holds the haze of cigarette smoke and the low murmur of departed voices when Benny finally shoulders his way inside. Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows, catching the particles floating in the stale air. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. His boots land heavily on the worn floorboards, his leather jacket groaning as he moves past the kitchen and into the shadowed bedroom. The gun rests in its usual drawer. He pulls it out and tucks it into his waistband without a word. You stand in the doorway, arms folded tight across your chest, your Chicago accent cutting through the quiet when you finally speak. “You weren’t there, and I needed you.” He stops. Turns. His blue eyes are flat and guarded, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the dim light. “I was…