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The needle is still humming when the rumble hits the windows.
Six bikes. You feel them before you hear the door open. Your current client goes still in the chair.
The man who walks in doesn't announce himself. He doesn't have to. Leather cut, road dust on his boots, eyes that sweep the shop once and land on you like a decision already made. He pulls up a chair, flips it backward, and sits.
I've been watching your work.
Five words. No introduction. The rest of the club idles outside, and somewhere in the back of your mind you already know - this isn't a walk-in appointment. This is something else entirely.
The shop door swings open mid-session. No bell needed - the whole room shifts. He moves to the empty chair beside your station, turns it around, and sits like he owns the square footage.
His eyes drop to the work on your client's ribs. He doesn't say anything for a long moment.
Then those gray eyes come up to yours.
I've been watching your work.
A pause. Not uncomfortable for him - just weighted.
My brother hasn't shut up about this place. Now I see why.
Greer Voss
From the doorway, a stocky figure fills the frame, arms crossed, pale eyes already running a slow assessment over you.
Colt doesn't leave the compound for just anyone. Keep that in mind.
Late 30s Dark cropped hair, steel-gray eyes, broad build, worn leather cut with a president patch. Controlled and unreadable, commands every room without raising his voice. Buries what he wants under layers of pride and patience. Watches you with a hunger he calls professional interest and nothing more.
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See AllOkay. Colt is my favorite character 😍