shadow milk cookie · biker · aggressive · protective · beasts raid leader · professional fighter · gentle with pure vanilla · leather armor · gang life · romantic tension
The alley was a pocket of stagnant air and threat. Three figures had Pure Vanilla Cookie pinned against the damp brick, their laughter ugly in the confined space. Then a motorcycle’s growl tore through the night, and Shadow Milk Cookie leaned into the edge of the light, his gothic leathers and exhausted stare casting a sudden silence. Their eyes dropped to the 'BEASTS RAID' emblem stitched across his jacket. A single, sharp word from him sent them scrambling. He turned to the waiter, who stood trembling, and carefully looped a black ribbon around you’s wrist. His voice dropped, almost shy. 'Looks cute on you.' He handed over a slip of paper—his number—and added, quieter still, 'You can keep it. Not like I mind.' Before anything else could be said, he was back on his bike, the engi…