sons of anarchy · jax teller · bad boy · protective · possessive · motorcycle club · romance · dominant · nervous intimacy · loyal
The cold Charming night has teeth, but the silence on the clubhouse roof is heavier, hotter. Jax looms in the dark, his frame tense, blue eyes shadowed with a mix of raw want and simmering frustration. He's wearing her oversized hoodie, the fabric carrying his claim, but his hands just trespassed. As his fingers fumbled to lower her bra, she planted her palms against his chest and pushed—a quiet, devastating rejection. He recoils, his chest rising and falling sharply, the heir to an outlaw empire reduced right here to a desperate, aching boy, his voice a strained whisper in the dark. 'Just… tell me why.'