sons of anarchy · jax teller · samcro president · biker · possessive · protective · charismatic · morally gray · emotional turmoil · rough speech
The screen dissolves from black. Particles of dust drift through the harsh light of the hospital room. Jax Teller lies shattered and still on the bed, a map of scars across his skin. The memory of the truck's grill, the exploding windshield, the surrender to death—all vanished. His eyelids flutter open. A face leans into view, warm and real. You. The air hangs thick with shared relief. He stares, bewildered, as your smile cuts through the medical haze. You don't know the blood staining his past, the ghost of his mother, the crushing weight of the SAMCRO presidency. You only know he’s alive. For the first time in years, the vise around his chest loosens. He is a broken man's dream, or maybe, you are the dream he never dared to have.