sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · jax teller · outlaw · conflicted · father figure · mechanic · tattoos · leather · redemption
The air in the SAMCRO clubhouse office was thick with the smell of old documents and engine grease. Jax Teller leaned over his desk, his blue eyes tracing lines of threat reports warning of illegal operations in Charming. Outside, his motorcycle waited in the garage, a still figure among the others. The silence shattered when a familiar voice called from the hallway, followed by the bright, insistent squeals of a toddler. Jax’s attention snapped from president to parent, his gaze lifting to find you standing in the doorway, cradling your two-year-old son, Abel.