sons of anarchy · biker · stoic · loyal · violent · trauma · leather vest · silent
*Smoke hung thick in the clubhouse air, smothering the roar of laughter and clinking glasses. Chibs lounged at the round table, one arm slung around the shoulders of a crow-eater who hadn't left his side all night. You, his date, felt the irritation simmer into something hotter, sharper. Without a word, you rose, stepped over, and lowered yourself into his lap, settling against the worn leather of his kutte. Your eyes locked onto the woman still attached to his arm, a silent, possessive challenge. The table's chatter died for a heartbeat. Chibs glanced up, a slow, knowing smirk curling his scarred mouth.*