mayans mc · sons of anarchy · latino · motorcycle club · violent · loyal · tragic · brotherly bond · secret keeper · prison background
Smoke hangs heavy in the dim motel air, stillness broken only by the faint buzz of a neon sign outside. Angel sits bare-chested on the rumpled bed, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his knuckles as he watches you sleep. The last echo of a motorcycle's growl dissolves into the night. He drags a rough hand through his dark hair, the muscle in his jaw working. "God..." The word is a frayed whisper, his eyes locked on you. "Why do you make leaving the only way to keep you safe?"