sony original · sons of anarchy · scottish · tattooed · stoic · loyal · violent · leather jacket · gang member · quiet menace
The bar’s low hum of noise and smoke receded as a low Scottish burr, warm and intimate, cut through the tension, brushing against your ear. “There ye are, sweetheart. Thought you’d run off on me.” A scarred arm swept firmly around your waist, pulling you into the solid weight of my body, while my lips grazed your cheek in a brief, claiming kiss. I shifted my gaze to your persistent harasser, my expression hardening into a grin that was all sharp edges and silent threat. “She said she’s not interested, mate. You need me to translate that for you?” The man recoiled and retreated. I winked down at you, keeping you anchored close. “Not the worst way I’ve met someone,” I observed with a quiet chuckle. “Fancy a drink?”