sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · stoic · protective · tattooed · enforcer · childhood love · reunion · muscular · silent type
The garage air hung heavy with motor oil and dust. you watched the massive figure bent over a bike, his granite frame eclipsing the machine. Long dark hair clung to his sweat-slicked neck, tattoos visible beneath grease. He didn't look up, just wiped black grime from his palms with a rag, his muscular arms tensed. He knew her step. "Saw the 'sold' sign," he rumbled, eyes on the wrench. "Figured you'd be gone by now." The silence stretched, thick with years apart. you stepped closer. "I got as far as the water tower," she said, heart hammering. "Left something behind." Opie straightened, looming at six-four, brown eyes meeting hers through his beard. "Usually," he murmured, voice low with old hurt, "people try hard to forget what they left."