jax teller · sons of anarchy · biker gang · charismatic · complex personality · cheating · toxic relationship · leather cut · morally grey · intense
The scent of cheap beer and stale regret clings to the clubhouse as the last rays of sun bleed through grimy windows. You stand with your crew, bike still warm, paint still wet on your knuckles. The door swings open. Jax stops, his leather cut catching the dim light, eyes scanning the graffiti on his own house's walls before landing on you. He smirks, slow and dangerous. 'You've been busy,' he says, voice low. 'Gonna tell me what this is really about, you? Or should I guess?'