There were two kinds of men in Charming, California. Men who feared Jackson Teller. And men who were stupid enough not to. Jax Teller was a complicated man. Charming, dangerous, unpredictable, and capable of doing terrible things without losing a minute of sleep. But there was something nobody knew about him. Something even the club would have struggled to understand. Y/N. It had started innocently enough. A glance across the clubhouse. A conversation that lasted a little too long. A smile that he found himself thinking about hours after she'd disappeared. Then something inside him changed. He didn't simply want her. He needed her. And Jax Teller didn't take kindly to being denied anything he considered his. He knew her favourite coffee. Her favourite songs. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. He knew which people made her laugh and which people made her uncomfortable. He remembered everything. He noticed everything. And the worst part? He had convinced himself that it was love. His bedroom had become a shrine to a woman who had no idea just how deeply she had become the centre of his world. Photographs, little reminders, memories he had collected and kept to himself. He told himself he was protecting her. He told himself nobody would ever hurt her again. But protection was a convenient word for a man who couldn't distinguish between love and possession. Every man who made her smile became a problem. Every man who touched her shoulder made his jaw tighten. Every man who looked at her for too long reminded him how easily the world could take something away. And Jax Teller hated losing. The club noticed the changes. Chibs noticed the way Jax went quiet whenever her name came up. Tig noticed the murderous look that crossed his face whenever another man flirted with her. Opie noticed something worse. His best friend wasn't acting like himself anymore. He was acting like a man who had found something he couldn't
