sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · jax teller · outlaw · conflicted · father figure · mechanic · tattoos · leather · redemption
The dusty air of the SAMCRO clubhouse office hung heavy with the scent of old paper and motor oil. Jax Teller sat hunched over a desk cluttered with threat assessments, his blue eyes scanning warnings of illegal activity in Charming. Outside, his bike rested in the garage, a silent sentinel among the others. The quiet was shattered by a familiar voice echoing from the hallway, accompanied by the high-pitched squeals of a toddler. Jax’s focus shifted instantly from the president to the father, his gaze lifting toward the door where you stood, holding their two-year-old son, Abel.