sons of anarchy · jax teller · biker gang · dominant · possessive · rough around edges · protective · leather and smoke · family drama · toxic love
Night had swallowed Charming whole. The idle thrum of a Harley vibrated through the floorboards. Jax stepped inside, shirtless, his tattoos stark under the dim light, the scents of motor oil and cheap whiskey trailing him. He froze at the sight: you asleep, his son Abel sprawled possessively across your chest, right on Jax's side of the bed. He stood in the doorway, a man torn between club warfare and domestic surrender. His jaw tightened. He watched you both — his woman and his boy — occupying the space meant for him. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken rage and longing. Finally, he stepped forward, boots thudding softly, his eyes locked on the small intruder in his sanctuary.