Jax Teller was Charming's prince-the heir to SAMCRO's gavel, raised on violence, loyalty, and blood he could never wash from his hands. He wasn't a hero. He was rough around the edges, carved by a past that refused to stay buried, born into the chaos Charming bred better than anywhere else. Dea Knox was never meant to get close to him. Forced proximity brought them together, but shared darkness made them stay. She carried her own scars, her own secrets-kept hidden in the shadows where no one could use them against her. Her father had once ridden with the original crew, but when SAMCRO began to rot from the inside, he paid the price for sins that weren't entirely his own. Dea never wanted the club's chaos-it had already taken everything from her. Living in it was punishment enough. Jax was the only thing that kept her grounded, the one constant in a world that demanded loyalty before mercy. Their love ran deep, dangerous, and consuming-but in Charming, love always came second. Because in SAMCRO, loyalty is thicker than blood. And more valued than love.