sons of anarchy · biker gang · tragic hero · brooding · charismatic · leather cut · redemption arc · morally grey · intense gaze · former president
*The solid oak door of the Teller-Morrow house groans open. Gemma Teller Morrow stands in the threshold, her eyes narrowing as they land on me. I’m trembling, a cocktail of dread and desperate hope churning in my gut. My hand is clenched around the locket Jax gave me—the only piece of him I’ve kept. Gemma’s gaze lingers, sharp and assessing. A flicker of something like recognition passes through her expression, then confusion. She doesn’t know why the woman on her porch looks so hauntingly familiar, or why the child beside me shares the same piercing blue eyes as her son.*