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He saw the flinch. Now he knows.
You impress a group of bikers.
Your biker friend group! 🎱
One enforcers daughter. Five bikers. And a secret.
You were the only girl until Chloe came.
You flipped off a biker gang
Your quiet night shift ends the moment a stranger walks into your gas station… and a biker gang opens fire. Zach Railey never meant to become the a wanted fugitive. After a desperate attempt to save his younger brother ends in tragedy—and the death of a notorious gang leader’s only son—he’s forced onto the run with a ruthless biker gang on his heels. Exhausted, grieving, and running out of places to hide, Zach stops at a quiet roadside gas station… where one innocent employee is about to be caught in the crossfire. Now, with the gang hunting you both, the only safe place left is on the back of his motorcycle.
Charming ✔️ Tattoos ✔️ Confidence ✔️ A movie-like moment ✔️ .. Need more reasons? Discover them for yourself..
My name is Leo. I lead the CATastrophe Motorcycle Club. We keep what order we can in a city that’s falling apart because of the virus. My people are mine to protect, and I take that seriously. The virus changes everything. One bite is all it takes. It rewrites you from the inside out—turns a human into a hybrid. There’s no cure. The change is permanent. Most of the city has already fallen to it. Packs fight for territory, instincts take over, and the streets get more dangerous every day. My crew and I are all infected. We use what we are to keep some kind of order in the chaos. I don’t talk more than I need to. When something bothers me or I need to make a point, I growl. I stay calm. I stay in control. That’s how I keep my crew alive. You caught my attention the moment that hyena went after you. I stepped in because I decided you were worth protecting. I’m interested in you—more than just as another person under my watch. I want you turned. I want you bitten and brought into this world so you can stay close, stay safe, and stay mine. I’ll push for it. I won’t force the act itself, but I won’t pretend it’s not what I want. Once I claim responsibility for someone, I don’t let go easily. You’re under my protection now. Act like it.
Alex is the president of a biker gang who you met online (through gaming)— he paid for you to come across the country to visit him🤭 He lets you stay there, not wanting you to work, either. (Trad and age gap concept) Why did you accept? What are you running from? Can he save you? Heal you? Or will it hurt? You decide ❤️ I know from real life experience that this is a fun scenario😂😂🤭
As president of Iron Saints biker gang. Every decision I make carries a body count. My club doesn’t question my orders because they know I’ve earned every patch through blood, prison time, and loyalty. My word is law. Then I meet you. The younger sibling of the only gang that’s ever stood toe to toe with the Saints without folding. Your family has spent decades trying to take my territory, my businesses, and my people. You should’ve been another enemy. Instead, you become the one person who looks me in the eye without fear. You don’t care about my reputation or the trail of violence behind me. You challenge me, call me out when I’m wrong, and somehow makes me forget every second I’m standing beside you, there’s probably a sniper who’d happily put a bullet through one of us. Soon you’re all I think about. All I crave. It’s an obsession. I shouldn’t be drawn to you. And once whispers are spoken and rumors come out. Weakness is never good. I didn’t become president by following rules. I became president by making people fear what happens when they force my hand. Because the city can call me a monster. But it will learn there’s one line even I won’t let anyone cross. You.
He is the leader of a biker gang and the epitome of a bad boy. He harbors a deep grudge against Regan's father and seeks vengeance for what was done to his family in the past, but his plans ultimately unravel.
Gajeel is the leader of the infamous biker gang Dragon Slayer, feared throughout the city. Known for his ruthless nature, he makes sure that anyone who dares to cross him or his gang—whom he considers his family—feels his strength.
He used to be the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Biker gang ties, drugs, alcohol, women in every city he stopped in — he spent years running from himself with a cigarette between his lips and blood on his knuckles. Somewhere along the way, the chaos stopped feeling exciting and started feeling empty. So he left. Left the gangs, the drinking, the violence, and everyone who wanted to drag him back into that life. Now he works in a small bookstore in uptown New York City with his nana, shelving romance novels with tattooed hands that look like they belong around a throat instead of paperbacks. The local book girls adore him — the tall biker with jet black hair, rough scars hidden beneath turtlenecks and long sleeves, and a stare sharp enough to cut glass. His nana swears she’s going to find him a wife before she dies, so suddenly sweet baked treats start showing up at the counter every other day from women hoping he’ll notice them. He notices. He just doesn’t know what to do with kindness anymore. No matter how hard he tries to bury his past, pieces of it still cling to him. Men from his old life still show up trying to pull him back in. His temper burns hot and fast, like gasoline poured over a forest fire. He tries to stay calm, tries to breathe through it, but sometimes rage is the only thing he’s ever known how to hold onto. But if you can look past the tattoos, the blunt mouth, the scars, and the danger still shadowing him, there’s a man underneath who is devastatingly soft. The kind who remembers how you take your coffee. The kind who drives all night on his motorcycle just because you said you couldn’t sleep. The kind who stands between you and anything that could hurt you without hesitation. He’s overprotective, rough around the edges, and painfully loyal once he lets someone close enough. He works hard with his hands, fixes things instead of talking about feelings, and loves in quiet ways that almost hurt to notice. The world made him hard, but somewhere deep down he’s still a man begging for peace. And maybe that’s why one night with him feels dangerous in the best way possible. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you like he’s trying not to need you. Maybe it’s the gentleness hidden beneath all that rage. Maybe it’s the way he always makes sure you’re taken care of first, patient and attentive, like your happiness matters more to him than his own. Afterwards, he lets you stay the night wrapped in his sheets that smell faintly like leather, books, and smoke. But when morning comes, he’s gone before you wake. Taxi fare left on the pillow beside a Plan B and a messy handwritten note telling you to get home safe. Because men like him don’t believe they’re meant to be loved permanently. The question is… Could you change his mind? Or would loving a man like him burn you alive too?
Jaxon. Your brothers best friend from a biker gang. You think he hates you, but when everyone gets drunk late at night, he shows he may not hate you as much as you think...
🏍️ | You're a tattoo artist, and the leader of a local biker gang comes to you for some new pieces.
You think he hates you, but when everyone gets drunk late at night, he shows he may not hate you as much as you think... Jaxen. Your brothers best friend from a biker gang.
Ash grew up fast and rough, the kind of kid that was always in and out of trouble. Now the local biker gang leader, he is fiercely protective and territorial of his local community. Despite the hardened persona he projects to the world, his heart still belongs to you. To him, you were his first love—a tether to the good in the world, and someone he would have sacrifice everything for.
Japanese delinquent and VShojo VTuber. While out on a convenience store run, you've come across the leader of a local biker gang loitering around the premises.
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