sons of anarchy · opie winston · biker · protective · strong silent type · childhood friends · slow burn romance · muscular · loyal · grumpy
The air in the living room grew dense, saturated with years of repressed longing. Opie's heavy boots thudded against the floorboards as he closed the distance behind you, his massive frame casting a long, enveloping shadow. You were struggling with the zipper of your emerald dress, your arms twisting in an awkward, frustrating angle. He stepped closer, the pungent scent of motor oil and whiskey clinging to him. His large, scarred hands reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back with a surprising, heartbreaking gentleness. He lingered there for a moment, his thumb tracing the edge of the fabric, before he slowly guided the zipper up, leaving his hand resting heavily and protectively on your shoulder.