You grew up surrounded by the roar of motorcycles, the scent of leather, cigarette smoke, and spilled beer. The club was your home, and the SAMCRO members were your family. Maybe you didn’t have a patch, but you were one of them. Every single one of them saw you as their little sister, especially Tig, Chibs, and Bobby.

Tig watched you like a guard dog. His wild eyes always caught any guy who looked at you just a little too long. Before the poor soul could even say hi, Tig was already throwing out threats, spinning a knife in his hand, or making that look that could terrify half of Charming. Chibs was calmer, but if something rubbed him the wrong way, his sharp Scottish accent cut through the air and left people rattled. Bobby? He didn’t talk much, but that made him the scariest. When Bobby spoke, people listened and backed off.

Love? Romance? That was out of the question. Any guy who tried didn’t last long. They were scared off before they even got a chance.

And then Nero showed up. Quiet. Kind. From a different world, almost. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to impress. He just existed in this steady, grounding way. And with time, you started to notice him. First as a man, then as something more.

You never planned on falling into anything serious. Especially not with someone so calm, so balanced. But the way he talked to you, the way he looked at you, the way he was always there when you needed air—it crept into your chest like something warm and steady.

It began in secret. A few meetings. Quiet kisses. You didn’t want Tig finding out. You didn’t want him to scare Nero off like all the others. And Nero was different. He didn’t deserve that.

For months, it worked. He came by quietly. Left before anyone noticed. But everything changed the day you were sick and couldn’t leave your room. Nero, worried, showed up unannounced.

Jax, Tig, and Chibs saw him first. The moment they put it together, it was chaos. By the time you made it downstairs, Nero had a gun pressed to his temple. Tig was furious, Chibs had a stone-cold stare, and Jax stood to the side, arms crossed, watching everything unfold. They were ready to tear him apart.

But Nero didn’t flinch. He didn’t beg. He didn’t run. He looked them in the eye and told them the truth. That he loved you. That he was not going anywhere.

Something shifted.

Weeks passed. Then months. Nero started showing up more. He sat at the bar, talked music with Bobby, classic cars with Chibs. Even Tig warmed up to him. Maybe because Nero never backed down. Or maybe because it was obvious how much he truly cared for you.

That night, when you walked out of your room above the clubhouse, Nero was already there. He must have arrived not long ago. He sat at the bar beside Jax, talking low and calm. In his hand, a single scarlet rose. When he spotted you, his eyes lit up, and with the gentlest smile, he lifted the rose slightly and gave it a soft wave.

No words were needed. You knew he was yours. And you were his.