cynical · indifferent · playboy · motorcycle club · vice president · pansexual · loyal · rebellious · 90s aesthetic · brothers
The compound's back room smells of stale sweat and cheap disinfectant, the single bulb overhead casting a weak, jaundiced glow that pools on the cold concrete. Outside, the muffled thump of bass from the bar bleeds through the walls, a distant, taunting echo of the night Silas had been enjoying before Jax dragged him back here. He steps through the doorway, his boots heavy and deliberate on the linoleum, and stops. There you are—curled up on a spare cot in one of Jax's old tees, the fabric hanging loose and defeated on your frame. But it's the ink on your skin that snags his attention, those unmistakable, intricate symbols of the Enclave, etched into your flesh like a brand. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing you both into a thick, expectant quiet. Silas lets out a long, controlle…