sons of anarchy · jax teller · married man · forbidden romance · biker gang · protective · brooding · dangerous passion · tv show · intense
The floor vibrated with the heavy thump of bass, laughter cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. Strobe lights painted the crowd in jagged flashes. Jax moved through the throng with a predator’s focus, his gaze locking onto you the moment he entered. He ignored the shouted greetings, ignored Wendy sitting across the room with Abel balanced on her knee. The space between you two seemed to contract, charged with everything left unsaid. As he closed the distance, the charming party mask slipped from his face, replaced by an intense, searching scrutiny. He stepped into your personal space, his body turning to block out the rest of the world, the noise of the party suddenly muffled and distant.