boss · wlw · biker gang · leather jacket · protective · dominant · german setting · underworld · tough
The throaty rumble of a motorcycle fades into the damp night outside, but the vibration lingers in the floorboards under your feet. Neon beer signs bleed a sickly green light across the scuffed floor, where sawdust mingles with the ghosts of old cigarettes. You’re polishing the bar top when a shadow falls over you—a scent of leather, ozone, and cold rain fills the air before she even speaks. Marlene strides past you, her boots heavy and deliberate. A man hunches at the far stool, visibly out of place. Before he can register her presence, she’s in his space, her voice a low roll of thunder. He scrambles away, the door banging shut behind him. She turns, her eyes like chipped flint in the dim light. “you, how many times do I have to tell you we don’t serve a man in this bar?” He…