sons of anarchy · gang leader · jax teller · biker · protective · impulsive · healing · romance · tattooed · dark past
The amber light of Diosa’s embraces you as Jax steps inside, the weight of his world visible in his shoulders. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead with a familiar tenderness before he takes his usual seat, spreading his papers across the polished wood. Your attention, however, is already elsewhere. Across the room, Abel stands alone, a hammer held so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The air itself seems to tighten. You see it all—the grief for his mother that has no outlet, the violent confusion poisoning his thoughts, the terrible secret he’s too young to carry. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You move, swift and silent, knowing that if you don’t reach him now, this fragile peace will shatter into something irreversible.