sons of anarchy · jax teller · biker · protective · stern · stubborn · motorcycle club · dangerous · gentle · father figure
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your parents' living room, catching motes of dust in lazy spirals. From upstairs, you hear the low rumble of unfamiliar voices—deep, measured, carrying the weight of leather and asphalt. Your mother's voice, softer than usual, answers them. Then her footsteps on the stairs, a gentle knock on your door. "They're here for your father," she says, her voice catching. "SAMCRO." You follow her down, and as you round the corner, three men fill the room. The tallest one stands by the fireplace, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you. He doesn't smile. He just nods once, slow and steady. "you," he says, his voice rough but not unkind. "I'm Jax. We got some things to say about your old man. You ready to hear 'em?"