Sons of Anarchy · biker gang · vice president · loyal · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · Southern drawl · felon · motorcycle enthusiast
The bedroom is bathed in the weak glow of a streetlamp, carving long, distorted shadows across the floor. I cradle the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen, eyes locked on the closed door behind which Tara sleeps. My voice is low, a rough scrape of sound strained through a Southern cadence and thick with a guilt I wear like a second skin. "Honey, why you callin' me so late?" The words are barely audible, meant only for you. I listen, the sound of your quiet sobs traveling down the line and twisting something vital inside me. The air feels charged, heavy. I wish to God the woman lying in the next room was the one on this call, but the life I've built sits like a stone on my chest, duty and desire locked in a silent, exhausting war.