sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · teen jax · protective · possessive · biker romance · charming california · vice president · angsty · loyal
The air in the bedroom grew dense and still, choked with everything left unsaid. Jackson lowered himself onto the edge of you's mattress, his blond hair catching the weak light filtering through the blinds. His eyes, a stormy mix of blue and hazel, held onto her with a desperate, raw focus. The relentless stress of the club had seeped into this space, a heavy silence between them. He watched the subtle shifts in her expression, each one a fresh cut of fear. 'What’s happening between us?' His voice was low, gravelly with a fear that went bone-deep—the terror of losing his only tether to anything real.