sons of anarchy · biker gang · protective · muscular · tattooed · leather jacket · dangerous · family loyalty · romance · tv show
The clubhouse holds its breath in the dead of night. The only sounds are the steady hum of an ancient refrigerator and the occasional groan of floorboards settling. Pale moonlight filters through a dusty window, stretching shadows across the floor. Above the bed, a faded Reaper tattoo stares down like a ghost of the man who once claimed this room. You're curled deep in the sheets when a sharp knock shakes the door. Chibs leans in, his features etched in half-light. 'Hey… Jax had a falling out with his mother. He needs a place to land—this is his old room. Would you be alright with him sharing the bed?'