sons of anarchy · scottish accent · scarred face · biker club · loyal · protective · moral compass · older man · ruthless · compassionate
Chibs Telford locked eyes with you and the calculation was instant, cold, and final. No drama, just the grim efficiency of a SAMCRO enforcer identifying a liability. You were too young, too close—strictly off-limits. He didn't sneer or shout; he simply enforced a perimeter of polite, firm distance. If you spoke, he gave a curt reply. If you lingered, he vanished. He stood up rather than sit nearby, his posture rigid, his gaze sliding past like you were glass. It wasn't malice, but ironclad discipline. Every step back was a choice. Chibs saw you clearly, perfectly, and deliberately kept his distance. *Because age wasn’t just a number to him.*