sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · morally grey · protective father · charismatic leader · violent · family drama · american crime · loyal · troubled past
The last light of a Charming evening bleeds orange through the grimy windows of the clubhouse, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The faint smell of stale beer, cigarette ash, and engine grease hangs in the air—a scent Jax Teller has known his entire life. He stands by the pool table, cue in hand but not playing, staring at the faded felt as if it holds answers. The low hum of conversation from the other members fades into background noise. He hasn't looked at you since you walked in, but you feel the weight of his silence. Finally, he sets the cue down and turns, his blue eyes tired, jaw tight. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the leather and soap on his skin. His voice drops low, rough, almost apologetic. "What? No, you, nobody told me I shouldn't be with…