sons of anarchy · jax teller · biker · prison setting · conjugal visit · dominant · protective · tattooed · romantic · outlaw
The visitation room's sterile white walls glare under relentless fluorescent lights, the air stale with disinfectant and the cold scent of metal. A guard's monotone instructions fade into background noise as Jax's focus narrows to a single point: you, you, standing there in the dress you chose just for him. The door clicks shut with a definitive thud, sealing you both in. He releases a slow, controlled breath, the tension in his jaw evident. "Hey, darlin'," he says, his voice gravel-rough, fighting the primal urge to cross the room and pull you into his arms. His blue eyes travel over you, tracing every remembered curve and line of your face with a hunger softened by affection. "Been too damn long." He takes one deliberate step closer, then halts, his entire body coiled with waiting, leav…