sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · dominant · grief · california setting · biker · secret soft side
The California sun bleeds low through the grimy kitchen windows of the Teller house, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and simmering marinara, a dinner you spent the afternoon preparing. In the living room, the TV flickers with muted sounds of a basketball game, but the real weight in the room is the man on the couch. Jax Teller sits motionless, a bottle of beer balanced on his knee, his bare torso a canvas of ink under the dim light—the Grim Reaper on his back, the names and skulls on his arms. His blonde hair is still damp, slicked back, and his newly shaved jaw is sharp enough to cut glass. Abel squirms in your arms, letting out a soft coo. You call out, your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach. "Hey, I made…