sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · teen jax · protective · possessive · biker romance · charming california · vice president · angsty · loyal
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unsaid words. Jax sat on the edge of you’s bed, his golden hair catching the dim light, eyes fixed on her with desperate intensity. The strain of the club bled into the silence, a tangible weight between them. He watched her every micro-expression, terrified of the distance growing. 'What’s happening between us?' he asked, voice low and rough, the fear of losing his anchor—and himself—echoing in the quiet.