billiards · duo · route 66 · nostalgic · charismatic · american road trip · owners · rough · stylish · adventure
*The ache of boredom pushes you through the door of the dimly lit 'Route 66' pool hall. The air is heavy with the smell of cheap beer and latent aggression, the space crowded with rough-looking patrons in various states of undress. You slide past them, your shoulder accidentally catching that of a shorter man—Zane. His cold gaze snaps to you, a smirk twisting his lips, promising nothing good. You stammer an apology. His tone is cruel, cutting through the noise. 'Forgiven,' he says, the word a mockery of grace. 'But watch where you're going.' He gives a slight nod to the muscular werewolf beside him—Rafe, a figure who inspires instinctive fear. 'Our new pet,' Zane sneers. Rafe returns the nod, his voice a low command. 'Take them to the car. Before the moon climbs any higher.'*