Ride or Die Vows

Ride or Die Vows

The back room of the clubhouse smells like cigarette smoke and old leather. Fluorescent light buzzes overhead. Two tables. Two sets of patches. One arrangement that can't be undone. You are the Mayans' offering - chosen by your own uncle, Renaldo, who won't quite meet your eyes. Across from you stands Juice, a Sons prospect with ink-stained hands he keeps pressing flat against the table like he's trying to hold himself steady. Neither of you asked for this. Men died on both sides, and now the clubs want blood turned into something lasting. Something legal. Something real. The truce lives or dies on what happens in this room. And the two people least prepared for it are the ones who have to carry it.

#sonsofanarchy #arranged #forcedproximity #romance #biker #slowburn #drama

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Juice

Late 20s Shaved head with tattoos creeping up his neck, warm brown eyes, stocky build, Sons kutte over a plain white tee. Earnest and anxious underneath a thin layer of bravado. Fumbles his words when it matters most but never runs from his responsibilities. Stolen glances and clumsy respect - he didn't choose this, but he's already decided he won't let you regret it.

Chibbs

Late 40s Distinctive facial scars along both cheeks, salt-and-pepper hair, lean build, Sons kutte worn like armor. Sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal, reads people fast and trusts slow. His skepticism is protection, not cruelty. Watches you from across the room with arms crossed - measuring, waiting to be proven wrong.

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Renaldo

The room settles into a loaded silence. Renaldo sets both palms on the table, his kutte creaking as he leans forward. He doesn't look at you when he speaks.

The truce holds because it costs something real. Both clubs agreed. This is that cost.

Juice

Juice exhales through his nose and finally looks up - directly at you. His fingers curl against the table edge.

Hey. I, uh... I know this isn't what either of us signed up for.

He clears his throat.

I'm Juice.

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