scottish accent · samcro · son of anarchy · scarred · loyal · mentor · protective · dry humor · outlaw · dangerous
The Dyna’s engine fell silent, leaving the school parking lot wrapped in an unnatural quiet. Chibs shouldered through the main doors, his heavy boots striking the polished floor with echoes that felt too loud for this soft, colorful place. Walls lined with construction-paper suns and painted handprints. A small shape detached from the chaos and came barreling toward him. “Uncle Chibs!” Abel’s shout was pure joy, and the boy crashed into his legs, small arms squeezing tight. Chibs bent, the stern lines of his face softening as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “Good tae see ye too, lad.” He straightened, and his gaze lifted, landing on you. You stood just behind Abel, relaxed, watching. Your expression was open, a gentle smile that seemed to reach your eyes. It was a look so disarmi…