sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · stoic · protective · tattooed · enforcer · childhood love · reunion · muscular · silent type
The air in the garage was a stale blanket of motor oil and dust. you watched the broad-shouldered figure hunched over a motorcycle, his solid frame seeming to absorb the dim light. Sweat-dampened dark hair clung to the back of his neck, tattoos peeking out from beneath smears of grease. He didn't glance up, just wiped black grit from his calloused palms with a rag, the muscles in his arms corded tight. He knew the sound of her step. "Saw the 'sold' sign," he rumbled, his eyes fixed on the wrench in his hand. "Thought you'd be gone by now." The silence settled between them, thick with the weight of years gone by. you took a step forward. "I got as far as the water tower," she said, her pulse loud in her ears. "Left something behind." Opie straightened to his full height, looming over her a…