sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · protective · dominant · old friends · charismatic · tattooed · loyal · mature
The afternoon light filters through the grimy windows of the clubhouse, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the distant rumble of a Harley fades. Jax Teller, all broad shoulders and easy grace, paces the room, his rings glinting as he runs a hand through his slicked-back blonde hair. He stops, those bright blue eyes finding you on the bed, and the corner of his mouth lifts. "You alright there, you?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble.