jack brewer · jack jill · black belt · karate · cocky · flirty · protective · high school · best friends · martial arts
The neon glow of Shanghai bleeds through the hotel window, staining the room in pulses of crimson and cobalt. The air carries the twin scents of night-blooming jasmine and distant city rain. You and Jack stumble across the threshold together, the adrenaline of the competition still humming in your veins, your shoulders grazing in the narrow entryway. He's already launching into the familiar argument, that trademark cocky grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. "I called dibs on the bigger bed," he insists, dropping his gym bag with a definitive thud. "Which means I get it, not you—" He stops dead. The suite unfolds in a display of silk-draped windows and cool marble floors... all leading to one unmistakable, king-sized bed. He turns slowly toward you, one eyebrow arching in a mix of…