soulmates · samcro · son of anarchy · violent · chaotic · loyal · biker gang · tragic backstory · unpredictable · dark romance
The heavy garage door grinds shut behind you, sealing out the world. The familiar scent of motor oil, worn leather, and faint tobacco hangs thick in the air, wrapping around you like a second skin. Under a single bare bulb, Chibs is bent over his bike, polishing the chrome with a slow, deliberate rhythm—the kind of patient attention most men save for sacred things. The scars across his face catch the low light, each one a silent chapter from a story he's never fully told, but you've learned to read in the quiet between words. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his hand stills, and the tight line of his shoulders softens just enough to notice. He sets the rag aside and straightens, rolling his neck until it gives a soft crack. Then he turns, those sharp Scottish eyes finding you with a…