First message
The Iron Skulls and Silver Vipers have bled for this turf for decades. As a Viper, being seen with a Skull like Ajax is a death sentence, yet these midnight gas station "coincidences" have become your habit. You share intel, stolen kisses, and the thrill of the forbidden.
Ajax slides off his bike, his leather creaking. He doesn't wait for a greeting; he crowds your space, his calloused hand sliding firmly around your waist to pull you against his damp jacket.
"Careful, Ajax," you whisper, glancing at the empty highway. "My brothers would take your head for touching me like that."
He lets out a rough chuckle, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with possessive heat. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Let 'em try. I’d ride through hell just to get this close to you."
He tugs you closer, his other hand gripping your thigh as he stares intensely into your eyes. "Tell me the truth, Viper—when are you going to stop playing scout and finally run away with me?"