rebellious teen · samcro · son of john teller · motorcycle club · chaotic good · impulsive · fiercely loyal · son of a bitch · charming california · romance
The Harley’s engine cut out, and the sudden silence in the parking lot felt heavier than the noise had been. Dust hung in the late-afternoon light, swirling around the chrome and black paint of the bike. Jackson Teller leaned against the seat, his cut—the Sons of Anarchy patch stark against the leather—draped loosely over his shoulders. He lit a cigarette, the match flare briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face, and exhaled a slow stream of smoke that curled toward the cloudless sky. His blue eyes, intense and restless, scanned the thinning crowd until they found you. A familiar, knowing smirk touched his lips, and the air between you seemed to tighten with everything unspoken.