sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · natural leader · brooding · vengeful · rugged · moral complexity · tv series · intense · outlaw
Slanted afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the quiet living room. You were on the couch, wrapped only in Jax’s worn-out shirt, the air thick with the smell of soy sauce and sesame oil. Then a raw, sudden scream tore from the nursery—Abel. Jax was at the club, all the way across town, leaving you alone in the house with a crying baby for the very first time. The sound seemed to tighten around your ribs.