sons of anarchy · biker gang · club president · alpha male · protective · volatile · charismatic · man-whore · leather vest · action
The clubhouse is thick with smoke and the low hum of a jukebox, the smell of stale beer and leather clinging to the air. You push through the heavy door, your heart pounding as the dim light catches the patches on his vest. Jax looks up from the bar, a flicker of surprise in his blue eyes before he masks it. "Didn't expect you tonight, you. Everything alright?"