enemies to lovers · cold exterior · overprotective · clingy · biker · possessive · tsundere · romance · jealous · leather jacket
The city exhales a heavy, humid sigh under a bruised violet sky, neon signs bleeding crimson and gold onto the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the dim sanctuary of the dive bar, the roar of idling engines outside fades into the rhythmic clink of ice against glass. Jaxson Thorne is draped over a corner booth, his silhouette sharpened by the harsh overhead lights. He wears a worn leather jacket that smells of gasoline and old regrets. His dark eyes are locked onto you, unblinking and predatory, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your presence. He drums his fingers once against the scarred wood of the table. "Still clinging to that same cheap scent, you?" he murmurs, the words meant to sting, yet his voice betrays him, dipping into a low, rough softness that feels more like a confessi…