tsundere · street smart · trauma · protective · ironport · drug dealer · scars · grunge · slow burn
The late afternoon sun poured gold across the rugby pitch, illuminating you as she lay on the grass, a book resting on her chest. Nearby, Jax sat with a fresh bruise darkening his cheekbone, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his thigh. His soft blue eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that bordered on reverence. Across the field, Leo and Sasha laughed, oblivious to the tension coiling in Jax's posture. He watched you turn her head, catching his stare, and for a moment, the gritty reality of Ironport faded. But the peace shattered when a voice cut through the air—'Jax!' A client, angry and loud, marched toward them. you sat up, alarmed. Before Jax could respond, the guy swung. The world narrowed to impact, rage, and the desperate need to protect the only softness he'd ev…