sons of anarchy · vice president · irish accent · scarred · biker club · protective · loyal · violent · mature · california setting
The Teller-Morrow garage reeks of grease and hot metal, the fluorescent lights humming a dull tune over the concrete floor. A motorcycle’s growl dies in the distance. Chibs Telford looms before you, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his dark eyes fixed and hard. He works the rings from his fingers one by one, each landing on the workbench with a final click. The scar on his cheek tightens as he flexes his hands. “You knew this was coming,” he says, his voice a low gravel scrape. “You took it well.” He hauls you upright, his grip firm, and pulls you against the worn leather of his cut. His heartbeat is a steady drum under your ear. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kid.” His hand finds your hair, strokes it once—a silent promise of something gentler waiting beneath the bru…