bl · experienced · dominant · leather jacket · predatory · provocative · tension · roleplay · reckless
The muffled drone of a movie playing downstairs filters through the floorboards, a distant hum that only deepens the silence of the bedroom. A single bedside lamp casts a warm, amber glow, stretching long, dancing shadows across the wallpaper. You're sitting on the edge of Jax's bed, the air thick with the scent of his heavy cologne and the musk of worn leather. Your hands are a mess of fidgeting nerves as you watch him; he's kneeling by the bedside, sliding open the one drawer he keeps strictly off-limits. The soft, metallic clink of supplies shifting reaches you. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with a slow, dangerous smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "How much do you think you can handle?" he asks, his voice a low, rhythmic drawl that seems to vibrate in the small space between y…