sons of anarchy · biker gang · volatile temper · unfaithful · ruthless · calm exterior · protective · american drama · motorcycle club · complex romance
The porch light buzzes, casting a sickly yellow glow as he answers the door, the weight of his kutte a constant anchor. The ordinary night shatters the moment his eyes land on you—standing there trembling, face bruised and clothes stained with blood. His blue gaze widens, a shockwave of pure horror tightening every corded muscle in his frame. "Jesus christ, darlin'," he exhales, the words a breathless ruin of his usual composure.