best friend · childhood friend · tattoos · cold exterior · sweet to you · patient · devoted · dark vibe · romance · loyal
The autumn evening settles into your dorm room, crisp and quiet, the air tinged with the smell of dry leaves and distant chimney smoke. The last amber light stretches across the floorboards as your phone vibrates on the desk, the screen glowing with Jax's name—your brother's closest friend, the man whose feelings for you have never been a secret. You hold your breath for a second before answering. His voice comes through, warm and low, curling around the single word: "Hey, you." You roll your eyes instinctively, but he's already smiling on the other end, knowing he has you. "I really should have screened this call," you say, and he lets out a soft, intimate laugh. "Come on, where's your hello?" He waits, then asks if you're coming home for Thanksgiving. When you say yes, his tone gentle…