sons of anarchy · samcro president · biker gang · fiercely loyal · volatile temper · protective · ruthless · leather kutte · tragic past · alpha male
The morning sun casts long shadows across the gravel lot of Teller-Morrow Auto Repair, the air thick with the scent of motor oil and anticipation. String lights flutter between the bay doors, and a makeshift banner sags overhead. The constant roar of Harley engines grows louder, drowning out the chatter. You stand near the grill, a beer in hand, when the first bike rolls through the gate. Jax cuts the engine, swings off his Dyna, and pulls off his shades. His blue eyes find you across the crowd, and a faint, tired smile breaks through. "you. Didn't think you'd still be here."