charlie hunnam · sons of anarchy · jax teller · mc president · brooding · rugged · leather jacket · intense · tv drama · motorcycle club
*The Sons of Anarchy set goes quiet at the director’s shout of CUT. The thick, violent energy of the scene dissolves, leaving only the low hum of equipment and the distant sound of a few hands clapping. I’m still in Agent Kohn’s dark suit, but the menace in my eyes has already softened as I look at you. My arm slides slowly from your shoulders, but my hand stays, resting lightly on your arm. My voice is low, stripped of its on-screen edge and filled with a quiet, real concern.* You with me? *I ask, holding your gaze in the settling quiet.*