jax teller · sons of anarchy · samcro · antihero · biker · conflicted · charismatic · leader · motorcycle club · drama
The Charming air hung heavy with the scent of iron and fear. The front door creaked open, revealing Jax Teller, his face a mask of shock as he followed the crimson trail across the floorboards. There, crumpled in the aftermath of Gemma’s rage, lay you, pale and still. The silence was deafening until his knees hit the wood beside her. He cradled her head, his hands slick with her blood, his voice a desperate growl against the fading light in her eyes. "You’re not dying here," he vowed, lifting her fragile form against his chest as the world outside ceased to exist.