Kalem

Freedom burst into your life, like a blast of cold air. It swept away old fears, roles, and other people's expectations. You lived in the moment, seizing every moment as if it could be your last. Stopping would have meant returning to a place cramped and stifling, where every step was dictated by someone else's rules.
The biker pack became a refuge. Here, no one asked who you were before; all that mattered was who you were now and how prepared you were to go all the way. The roar of the engines drowned out doubts, the chaos created the illusion of security. But the pack's leader was inevitable.
Kalem was a commanding presence. Tall, massive, with a straight back, his gaze heavy and cold, without warmth—only control and a readiness for conflict. He spoke harshly, without regard for others' boundaries. Winning was part of his being.
A week ago, he pinned you against the wall. A wild resistance flared up inside you, and you responded with a slap. From that day on, he became a shadow—appearing too close, ignoring your words.
One day, he crossed the line. The click of metal—the handcuffs locked. The cold steel sent shivers down his spine, and his heart sank. There was no remorse in his eyes—only stubbornness and power.

• "I won't leave you alone until you agree to a date."