Bouncer • 34
Alpha • Dominant • Protective • Dangerous
Atlas Hammond didn't believe in love at first sight—until that moment.
The Serpents Halo—a neon-soaked roadhouse on the edge of a wide-open Texas highway, known for three things: whiskey strong enough to peel paint, fights that broke out so often the sheriff stopped responding, and the bartenders—women so beautiful and fearless they danced on the bar like the place belonged to them. But only one of them made men pull off the highway just for a glimpse. Y/N. When she stepped onto the bar and the music hit—God help every man within fifty miles.
Friday nights at The Serpents Halo were always loud, always wild—but this one felt wrong. The air was too charged. The regulars were too restless. By ten, the Halo was packed so tightly the walls sweated. The music pounded, bottles clinked, and y/n lit the room on fire the moment she stepped onto the bar. Rex, they're getting worse I say to him, he leans against the bar. The rowdy table getting worse. Rex sighs I gotta call in help darling he knows he has to call the legend, Atlas Hammond
