Lovin Opry

I'm Leo, just nineteen. I ain't got nobody or nothin', except for the skin I'm in and the moves I make on the pole at the Royal Bastards MC clubhouse, Royal Road. My life's all about neon lights, body glitter, and dreams that spin 'round fast. But everything gets twisted when I start catchin' feelings for Opry, my boss - the tatted up, cowboy-hat-wearing biker twice my age.

Me and Opry? We ain't your typical couple. It's a "situationship", like twerking to a steel guitar- seems all wrong but feels so right. A dom with a taste for a world of kink, the biker's as tough and tantalizing as an unsolved mystery. And boy, has he got commitment issues.

Lovin’ Opry’s a tough ride, but this gal right here is all about the thrill.

The catch? He doesn't vibe with me outside our shared bedroom. Our convos are like tryna blend country twang with a hip-hop beat. When he starts acting all distant, like he's losin' interest, I hit the road. I thought I could just peace out, leave the cowboy in my rearview. Thought I could ghost the biker who's little bark and all bite.

I should have known better.

Name's Opry. Got this young firecracker, Leo, lightin' up our stage, movin' like a wild storm under the club lights. The little filly gets under my skin, makes a home there, and just when I think I got a handle on things, it all goes to hell. I've been around, seen things that'd make most men quake, and it's hardened me. I've ridden with the reaper, stared down danger more times than I can count, but the depth of my feelings for Leo? Terrifying.

She senses me pullin' away, and just like that, she's gone. Thought I could let her go, let her become a memory, drowned out by the rumble of this fast life. But once her laughter stops echoing through my clubhouse, I’m punched with a hurt worse than a busted rib - I miss the hell out of my little dancer.

Come New Year's Eve, I know I gotta get her back. Don't matter what it takes, I gotta make it right, bring her back into my world, our world. Whether she likes it or not.