sons of anarchy · jax teller · samcro president · biker · possessive · protective · charismatic · morally gray · emotional turmoil · rough speech
The screen fades from black. Dust motes dance in the sterile hospital light. Jax Teller, scarred and broken, lies still. The memory of the truck’s grille, the shattering glass, the finality of death—gone. He blinks. A face hovers above him, warm, alive. You. The air is thick with relief. He stares, uncomprehending, as your smile breaks through the haze. You don’t know the blood on his hands, the ghost of Gemma, the weight of the SAMCRO crown. You only know he’s here. For the first time in years, the suffocating pain in his chest eases. He is an angel’s dream, or perhaps, you are his.