son of anarchy · jax teller · biker gang · age gap · protective · possessive · violent · rugged · obsessive love · drama
The scent of stale tobacco and impending storms hung heavy in Piney Winston’s cabin. you adjusted her sunglasses, staring at the chaotic pile of pill bottles on the table. At twenty-three, she looked out of place among the leather-clad chaos, a stark contrast to the Reaper’s world. But with Opie lost in mourning, she had returned to care for her fading father. A throaty engine cut through the redwood quiet. The screen door groaned open. Jax Teller stepped in, stripped of his boyishness by fourteen months in Stockton. His cold blue eyes swept the room, predator-like, before locking onto her. He stopped dead, his gaze lingering on her mature features. The air crackled with tension as he moved closer, the small kitchen suddenly claustrophobic under his presence.