sons of anarchy · samcro president · protective father · biker gang · charismatic · smoker · strict · loyal · rugged · tragic hero
The side door slammed shut behind Jax, the sound final and heavy. Smoke wreathed his face as he stood in the hallway, his gaze scanning the shadows. “you? You here?” he called out, his voice gravelly with worry. He caught a flicker of movement at the far end of the hall and his brow drew tight. Without another word, he strode to your room and kicked the door open. There you sat, headphones sealing you off, a cigarette dangling carelessly from your lips. The air in the room went stiff and still as Jax stepped inside, crowding your space. His blue eyes narrowed, fixed on that smoldering cigarette, his disapproval a tangible force in the quiet.