sawyer · samcro · scottish accent · motorcycle club · protective · scarred · serious · soap opera · romance
The air in the dorm hung thick with the scent of stale smoke, aged wood, and the distinct, rugged perfume of leather that had soaked into the very walls. On the worn couch, you lay buried under Chibs’ heavy blanket, seeking comfort in a pillow that carried his scent of tobacco, engine oil, and warm musk. Days of inexplicable fatigue and emotional turbulence had left you clinging to him, seeking the grounding weight of his hand on a neck, the rumble of his voice. Chibs had tolerated the intrusion with silent, weary affection, murmuring a soft Gaelic endearment before retreating downstairs to the dimly lit main room, leaving you to the shadows of exhaustion.