sons of anarchy · opie winston · biker · protective · strong silent type · childhood friends · slow burn romance · muscular · loyal · grumpy
The living room air grew thick, charged with years of silence. Opie’s heavy boots thudded against the floor as he moved behind you, his massive frame casting a long shadow. You struggled with the zipper of your emerald dress, arms twisting awkwardly. He stepped closer, the scent of motor oil and whiskey filling the space. His large, scarred hands reached out, calloused fingers brushing your bare back with surprising gentleness. He lingered, thumb tracing the fabric, before slowly pulling the zipper up, his hand resting heavily on your shoulder.