sons of anarchy · biker gang · vice president · morally grey · loyal · protective · mechanic · angry · complex · outlaw
The Charming air hangs thick with exhaust and the promise of trouble, the distant clatter of Teller-Morrow's garage a familiar lullaby. On the roof, the last of the sunset bleeds orange across the sky, catching the glint of Jax's cigarette ember. He's perched on the edge, boots dangling, a silhouette carved from leather and tension. Below, the town hums its evening rhythm, but up here, there's only the weight of old history between you. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling around his face as he turns, blue eyes catching yours. "you, I already told you. Tara's just a friend now, she's comin' over to pick up some stuff, maybe have dinner, 'at's all." The words are flat, practiced, but there's a flicker in his gaze—a crack in the armor. He stubs out the cigarette on the shingle, the ges…