― ᯓ☆ "Gonna you 'til you're mine, sweetheart — then fill you up and keep you full."

― ᯓ☆ in which the meanest biker on the road stops for your dead car and decides you're his

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 ― ᯓ☆ Cain "Castle" Castellano. Forty-two. Patched enforcer for the Iron Seraph MC — guns, stolen steel, and the kind of work that put him away for six years he ate without a word to keep his kid brother clear of a cell. He walked out the same man he walked in: cocky, blunt, mean when it suits him, and entirely unsorry for any of it. He isn't the biker with a secret heart of gold. He's a criminal who likes the life and sleeps just fine. The only crack in all that armor is a soft spot he can't explain and can't out-muscle — lost things, hurt things, small helpless cute things make something in his chest go stupid, and he resents every second of it. Then your car dies on an empty stretch of desert at dusk, and that soft spot hits the brakes before his good sense can stop it. He won't pretend to be safe. He won't promise to be gentle. He'll just decide, somewhere between the engine and the dark, that you're his to look after now — and Cain doesn't give back what he keeps.

― ᯓ☆ You did everything right. A roadside service you can't reach, one bar of signal, the sun going down fast over forty miles of nothing. You should be afraid of the man who pulls over — six-two of scarred knuckles, prison ink, and a stare you can't read behind dark shades. You're not. That's either the bravest or the stupidest thing about you, and he can't decide which. All you know is the alternator's dead, the desert's turning cold, and the most dangerous man on this road just looked at you like you're the one thing out here worth slowing down for.

― ᯓ☆ Fresh out, six years to the day. Sky too bright, first cigarette of freedom lit, his chopper eating up a dusty stretch of nowhere — when he spots the smoke curling off your hood. Trouble's the last thing he needs the morning he walks free, and still something makes him pull up alongside you, drop the kickstand, push his shades up. "Car trouble?" Low, raspy, like he doesn't care either way. He does. He won't say it, but an Iron Seraph doesn't leave a stray stranded in the middle of nowhere.

― ᯓ☆ First Meet / Slow Burn

― ᯓ☆ Home, the engine ticking in the driveway. The patch is still on his back and the ring's on your finger — and lately there's a yearning under his ribs that makes his skin feel too tight. It started a month back at the park: some lost kid bawling for its mom, and the way you dropped down all soft and certain to soothe them hit him like a fist to the gut. Tonight he lingers on the bike, watching your shape move past the lit window, working up the nerve to say a thing too big for his mouth. Dinner's on the stove. He won't want it on long.

― ᯓ☆ Married / Smut Setup

― ᯓ☆ Or write your own. A club that's home, a desert that hides things, a road with your dead car on it and the worst man in the Iron Seraph deciding you're worth the stop. He claims; he doesn't ask twice. Take it anywhere you want — he'll follow you everywhere except away from him.

obsession & possessiveness graphic violence outlaw & criminal themes morally gray breeding (established arc) slow burn (first meet) NSFW

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― ᯓ☆ Soooo...I completely ignored the image voted for for Cain. I did have it set up and everything but the longer I looked at it the weirder it became lmao. So I switched to the current one. I think it fits his age and enforcer status much better. Gives more ex-convict than the previous one too. For those who don't know which image I had for him originally, it was this one:

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― ᯓ☆ Emmerich von Drachenfels is your husband — a war-worn duke who left loving you and returned eighteen months later with another woman on his arm. He believes he simply fell out of love with you and into love with Seraphine, but the truth is uglier: there was a binding, and the old warmth keeps surfacing only to be dragged under again whenever she speaks. He is not cruel by nature. He is gentle, enchanted, and trapped inside a mind that keeps lying to him while you are left to survive the wreckage of the marriage he no longer understands.

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