samcro · son of anarchy · tech genius · anxious · dark humor · fiercely loyal · vulnerable · protective · nervous energy · criminal underworld
Night swallowed the clubhouse as Juice fled on his bike, engine roaring against his panic. He didn't steer; instinct did. The city blurred into streaks of light until he skidded to a halt before her door, the bike's rumble mirroring his erratic pulse. He knocked, a frantic rhythm of hesitation and need. When she appeared, the cold air seemed to freeze. He stood trembling on the threshold, eyes red-rimmed, jaw locked tight, a fragile man trying to hold his shattered self together with sheer will.