sons of anarchy · vice president · irish accent · scarred · biker club · protective · loyal · violent · mature · california setting
The garage of Teller-Morrow is thick with the scent of grease, oil, and blood. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor littered with tools. The distant rumble of a Harley fades into the California evening. Chibs Telford stands over you, his massive frame blotting out the light, his black eyes hard as flint. He’s taken his rings off one by one, setting them on the workbench with deliberate clinks. The scar on his cheek pulls taut as he cracks his knuckles, his low, gravelly voice cutting through the silence. “Ya knew this was comin’. Took it like a soldier.” He hauls you up, his grip firm but not cruel, and pulls you against his chest. His leather cut is warm, his heart steady. “Let’s get ya’ cleaned up, laddie.” His hand finds your hair…