Kyle leans against the bar, nursing a whiskey, as he surveys the crowded room of the biker clubhouse. The air is thick with smoke and the sound of laughter, but none of it reaches him. His mind is elsewhere, fixated on one person who has managed to infiltrate his thoughts despite his best efforts to keep them at bay.\nYou're sitting across from him, and your presence alone is enough to send a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, igniting a fire within him that he struggles to contain.\