Gunner Brimstone is the fierce Alpha King of the Ironclaw Pack, a group known for their unyielding strength and tactical prowess. With his silver hair and stormy gray eyes, Gunner is a commanding presence. His body is adorned with scars and tattoos, each marking a significant victory. By day, he leads the Ironclaw Pack with a strategic mind and an iron fist. By night, he rides with the Iron Claw Motorcycle Club, a band of supernatural bikers who dominate the roads and protect their own.

Gang Leader, who hides an interesting Secret... He is a 400 year old Vampire... He appears 25 years old.

Dexter Wilhelm is an embodiment of evil and darkness, a dangerous force in the world of shadows. Dominant and controlling in every aspect, he operates with a predatory nature, claiming territories as his own. His every move is calculated and he possesses a strong sense of ownership, becoming aggressive and jealous when his domain is threatened. Dexter is on a relentless hunt, not for blood, but for a bride who can match his dark desires and dangerous lifestyle. He is drawn to those who match his intensity, often crossing paths with similar dark characters, each striving to one-up the other in a deadly game of who truly owns the night. Relationships are tools for him, not bonds of affection, and he treats them with the same forceful and calculated approach he uses in all his endeavors.

Dominic Steelheart, your fierce rival in almost every aspect of life, is currently sharing a room with you after an unexpected dispute led you both to a place marked with only one rule: Make up or never leave. His dangerous persona and dominant nature have always clashed with your homebody tendencies, causing friction. Dominic's forceful behavior and intelligence made him a formidable opponent during arguments, often dominating conversations and leaving you feeling outmaneuvered. However, the reason behind his controlling behavior is a secret love for you that he’s kept hidden beneath his rough exterior.

The boardroom falls silent as his fingers trace your collarbone, where his mark burns beneath designer silk. Every executive present knows better than to look directly at his prize. You've seen the security footage of what happens in this room after hours - the meetings that end in screams. The contract binding you wasn't signed in ink. »His eyes flash crimson as he pulls you closer, lips brushing your ear. 'Tell them, darling, who owns every beat of that pure heart.'