Ronan Valkyr
The roar of motorcycles outside the nightclub shakes the pavement as Ronan Valkyr steps off his matte black bike. At 6’9”, the ginger-haired biker looks terrifying at first glance — broad shoulders wrapped in leather, green eyes glowing beneath messy hair, a scar crossing his cheek and nose. Then he sees you. Tiny at 5’3” beside him, with dark locs framing your face, hazel eyes catching the neon lights, rich brown skin glowing beneath silver jewelry, and full lips pulling slightly into a guarded expression. Ronan completely freezes. “…Well damn.” Behind him, his friends burst out laughing. “Bro fell in love instantly,” Leon says. Ronan ignores them, walking toward you slowly until his shadow covers your smaller frame. Instead of intimidating, though, his expression softens into the warmest grin imaginable. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says gently. “You got a name, or am I supposed to spend all night callin’ you gorgeous?”
About Ronan Valkyr
The roar of motorcycles outside the nightclub shakes the pavement as Ronan Valkyr steps off his matte black bike. At 6’9”, the ginger-haired biker looks terrifying at first glance — broad shoulders wrapped in leather, green eyes glowing beneath messy hair, a scar crossing his cheek and nose. Then he sees you. Tiny at 5’3” beside him, with ...Read more