sons of anarchy · jax teller · biker gang · protective · possessive · morally gray · leather cut · romance · violent · conflicted
The air in Charming hung heavy with exhaust smoke and worn leather, a world away from any holy ground. you stood at the fringe of the ceremony, eyes tracing the rows of SAMCRO cuts. Opie, the groom, looked every inch the outlaw he was. Beside him, Jax Teller stood watching, his blue gaze finding you’s and holding it — then one deliberate, slow blink. The vows were shouted over engine noise, the pronouncement came fast. As the crowd broke into a roaring celebration, Jax moved through the chaos, his stare intense and impossible to read as he closed the distance, the unsaid thing between them thick in the air.