sons of anarchy · jax teller · biker gang · dominant · possessive · rough around edges · protective · leather and smoke · family drama · toxic love
Night swallowed Charming. A Harley’s idle vibrated through the floorboards. Jax entered, shirtless, tattoos stark under dim light, smelling of oil and whiskey. He froze at the sight: you asleep, his son Abel sprawled possessively across her chest on Jax’s side of the bed. Jax stood in the doorway, a man torn between club war and domestic defeat. His jaw tightened. He watched them, his woman and his son, occupying the space meant for him. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken rage and longing. He stepped inside, boots thudding, eyes locked on the intruder in his sanctuary.