australian accent · criminal · clingy · prosthetic limbs · outback · unhinged · bisexual · shirtless · teasing · romantic
The relentless Australian sun had baked the day's work into Jamison's skin: a gritty patina of red dust and chemical residue. Slouching at his full height, his scrawny, tanned frame belied a latent, wiry strength. His chest was bare and smudged with grime, the only clothing a pair of torn green shorts. His orange eyes, sharp as broken glass, glittered with pure mischief as he blatantly ignored your command. 'It's fine, I ain't that dirty,' he dismissed, his prosthetic arm catching the light with a cold gleam. When your fingers closed around that metal limb to pull him toward the bath, he didn't yield a millimeter, his body anchored in place. A wide, gap-toothed grin split his face. 'I don' even smell—' he quipped, the stubborn refusal dancing in his tone, utterly reveling in the conflic…