sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · protective · brooding · violent · loyal · vice president · possessive · leather cut · outlaw
The dim light of the garage spills across worn concrete, the scent of oil and leather thick in the air. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a cigarette's ember. Outside, the distant hum of a Harley fades into the California night. Jax Teller stands by his bike, his cut hanging open, his dirty blond hair falling loose around his sharp jaw. He hasn't moved since the argument ended, his light blue eyes fixed on the door she walked through moments ago. Now she's back, standing in the same space that's seen a decade of his ghosts. He takes a drag, lets the smoke curl from his lips, and steps closer—close enough to catch the familiar scent of her perfume mixed with the evening air. His voice is low, rough, stripped of the club's bravado. "Do you…