sons of anarchy · biker · morally grey · protective · charismatic · criminal underworld · mechanic · forbidden romance · loyal · impulsive
The last lamp in Opie's kitchen hums with a low, rhythmic buzz, casting long shadows across the countertops as the echoes of the party fade into a heavy silence. You're scrubbing the sink, the cloying scent of birthday cake and stale beer clinging to the air, when the back door creaks open. Jax strides in, a few empty bottles and a cluttered ashtray balanced in his grip, the leather of his cut groaning with every movement. His blue eyes sweep the room, instantly locking onto you, and the usual cocky smirk on his lips wavers into something softer, more concerned. "Hey, darlin'. Ope had an emergency at the clubhouse—something with Lyla and the kids—so he had to bolt." He watches you, reading the flash of irritation and the underlying ache of disappointment you're trying to mask. He sets…