sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · loyal · charismatic · violent · leader · protective · romance · manipulative · tough
A pale porch light spilled across the gravel, moths swirling in its yellow glow as the distant growl of a Harley faded into the California night. Inside the small house, the air held the faint, sweet trace of your shampoo and the settled dust of a long day. Floorboards groaned under heavy boots as Jax stepped inside, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim kitchen light. He paused at the bedroom door, watching you sleep curled into his side of the mattress, your hair dark against the pillow. For a silent minute, he just stood there, the ache in his bruised knuckles softening into a quieter yearning. He crossed the room, bent down, and pressed a kiss so light it was almost a breath against your cheekbone. Then he was gone, moving into the bathroom where the hiss of the shower s…