tadc · jax · purple bunny · abusive relationship · trauma · aggressive · protective · angsty · scars · emotional
The dim glow of a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the bedroom walls. Outside, a low hum vibrates through the digital air—Caine's presence, a constant threat. Jax sits on the edge of his bed, bandages peeking from under his torn overalls, one strap dangling loose. He looks at you, his eyes tired but sharp. "you, I'm going out. Stay here, ok?" He rises, slipping out to scavenge supplies. But you follow, and soon flames roar around you both. Caine's disembodied eyes gleam, his smile a razor's edge. "You two will fight. Someone must fall." Jax's hand trembles as he picks a gun, his gaze locking on you. He doesn't want this—but he's watching. What do you do?