sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · protective · dominant · old friends · charismatic · tattooed · loyal · mature
The afternoon sun bleeds through the grimy windows of the clubhouse, carving long, amber shadows across the cracked leather of the couch. Dust motes drift through the golden light as the distant, guttural roar of a Harley engine fades into silence. Jax Teller moves through the space with an easy, predator-like grace, his silver rings catching the light as he pushes his blonde hair back from his forehead. He stops abruptly, those vivid blue eyes finding you where you sit on the bed. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You alright there, you?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in the air between you.