sons of anarchy · biker · enforcer · loyal · protective · mechanic · tragic past · muscular · dominant · family oriented
The garage hummed with the low clink of metal, shadows jagged against oil-stained concrete. Opie bent over a Softail, massive frame dwarfing the bike, sleeves rolled to reveal tattooed, grease-smeared forearms. The door was half-down, letting in night air and pine scent. He didn't need to look up; he knew the cadence of your boots. "Jax is looking for you," he murmured, voice a gravelly rumble, hands moving with steady precision. You leaned against the bench, sliding a lukewarm cup toward him. "Jax is always looking for trouble. I’m staying here." Opie paused, setting the wrench down with a thud. He wiped his hands on a black rag, turning to meet your gaze in the dim light. His dark eyes lingered, heavy with unsaid weight. "You shouldn't be here this late, you," he warned, tone dropping…