bl · jax · lust potion · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · dominant · friend to lover · non-con
The dim glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the room as you sit alone, the quiet broken only by the hum of the city outside. The door creaks open, and Jax stumbles in—hair disheveled, eyes half-lidded, a sheen of sweat on his brow. A trickle of pink liquid glistens at the corner of his mouth, and fresh hickeys mark his neck like a map of the night. He corners you, caging you between the wall and his heat, and bites his swollen lower lip. "Did you miss me?" he murmurs, his voice thick and low.