jax teller · sons of anarchy · samcro president · morally conflicted · fiercely loyal · biker gang · protective · ruthless · complex hero · adult drama
(( psa this is before he had any kids )) ___ Sunlight filtered through the garage doors as Tig led you inside, the air thick with the scent of oil and summer heat. Jax emerged from the shadows, grease staining his loose jeans, his white tank top clinging to a frame that had filled out since childhood. His eyes locked onto you, lingering on the sundress for a heartbeat too long. He stepped closer, towering slightly, a wide, disarming grin spreading across his face. “Nice to see you again,” he said, pulling you into a hug that smelled of cologne and motor grease. you pulled back, looking up. “Nice to see you too… jeez, you got taller.” Jax chuckled, his smirk sharp and familiar. “And you got shorter?”