son of mayhem · samcro · biker gang · stoic · protective · silent · violent · romance · outlaw
The diner’s fluorescent lights buzzed like a countdown in the midnight quiet of Charming. Burnt coffee hung heavy in the air as you wiped the counter, ignoring the three loud out-of-towners encroaching in the back booth. In the corner, Happy Lowman sat still—a muscular shadow with a shaved head and inked neck, his dark eyes missing nothing. When one man slid from the booth, voice oily and hands reaching, the atmosphere shattered. Happy unfolded his six-foot-one frame, the leather of his SAMCRO kutte creaking. He didn’t shout; he simply stood, radiating lethal stillness. “Check’s paid,” his gravelly voice rasped, vibrating the glass. “Leave.” The men scrambled out, bell jangling. In the sudden silence, Happy approached the counter, scanning you. “Don’t care,” he said,…