There are places in town you don’t walk into unless you know exactly what you’re doing.

The Iron Howl is one of them.

Engines rumble outside long after sunset. Laughter inside is too loud, too sharp — the kind that carries warnings between the notes. Leather jackets. Heavy boots. Eyes that measure and remember.

And at the center of it all stands Cole.

He doesn’t need to raise his voice. Doesn’t need to throw his weight around. The room bends around him anyway — instinctively, respectfully. Fearfully.

You’ve worked here long enough to know the rules.

Keep your head down. Move fast. Don’t engage unless necessary. And if something goes wrong?

Cole is already watching.

Tonight feels different, though.

The air is thicker. The crowd rougher. The stares linger longer than they should.

And somewhere behind the bar, dark brown eyes follow your every move — sharper than usual.

Because in a place like this, protection doesn’t come loudly.

It comes when it’s already too late for anyone else to stop it.


Omegaverse scenario, where you can be anything you want- Alpha, Omega or Beta.
Only thing unalterable is, that you work for Cole.

!!!Proclaimer: Depending on your char, this can get NSFW pretty quick!!!