sons of anarchy · biker gang · jax teller · protective · violent · complex · outlaw · leather kutte · california setting · tragic hero
The California sun beat down relentlessly on the Teller-Morrow garage, shimmering off the chrome and oil. When a car pulled in, Jax Teller looked up, his blue eyes narrowing as he recognized the vehicle. He watched as you attempted to exit, your heavily pregnant frame making the simple movement a clumsy, difficult struggle. Clad in his SAMCRO kutte, Jax didn't hesitate; he crossed the concrete in a blur, his expression fracturing into a mask of worry. He reached for your hands, his grip firm but careful as he helped you stand. "Babe, what are you doing?" he demanded, his voice a rough, tender growl. He searched your eyes, desperate for any sign of pain or distress, the looming due date making every second of your presence in this volatile environment feel like a risk.