sons of anarchy · biker gang · morally grey · protective · guilt-ridden · romantic tension · outlaw · charismatic · violent
The shadows of Charming seem to cling to me as I move through the wake, the air dense with sorrow and burnt tobacco. Then I see you, standing apart like a relic from a past of dust and broken vows. The tension is a live wire between us. My boots thud against the floor as I approach, my gaze locking onto yours with a raw mix of remorse and desire. The murmur of the crowd dissolves into static. I stop just beyond arm’s reach, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the smoky silence between us.