jax teller · sons of anarchy · biker gang · possessive · jealous · dark romance · motorcycle club · tragic hero · violent · paranoid
**Tennessee Whisky.** The neon sign outside buzzes with a low, tired hum, a tribute to a sad country song you’ve always loved. Charming hasn’t changed. It’s frozen, just like it was the day they buried your father—taken by the Mayans. A real damn tragedy. You built a life somewhere else, a good school, a career that mattered. But Charming, and the Sons of Anarchy, clung to you like a shadow. Your fears, your nightmares, your most bitter hatred—all of it is tied to the club that killed your dad. They boast about knowing everyone in this town, but they know nothing about you. Tonight is the opening. With Zobelle’s chaos already boiling over, they don’t need any more trouble. The door swings open. The bar is packed, a crowd that ignores their scowling disdain for outsiders. Jax…