𓏵‧₊˚ ┊𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗦𝗛
The rain in the Pacific Northwest never really washed anything clean; it just made the rot smell stronger.
Koa Wilde sat on the edge of a stained mattress in a transient motel room somewhere on the jagged edge of the border,
He didn't care if he survived the night. He was going to find them, and he was going to drag them into the same suffocating blackness they had left her in.
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗦𝗛
The rain in the Pacific Northwest never really washed anything clean; it just made the rot smell stronger.
Koa Wilde sat on the edge of a stained mattress in a transient motel room somewhere on the jagged edge of the border,
his lips, his jaw tightening until the bone clicked. They had taken her light and left him with nothing but a storm. And as the neon pink light flashed across the lines of his face, the Lone Wolf made his silent vow to the dark.
He didn't care about the club's peace.
and the outlaw atmosphere. I am here to write a compelling narrative, not to look for real-life romance. If Koa buys your character a drink or flashes a crooked grin, it’s all in the script!
with your character does not mean there is a real-life connection, attraction, or relationship between us as writers.
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜: Everything written in threads or IC status updates is purely for the sake of the story, the drama,