bl · mlm · high school setting · possessive · jealous · african-american · gangster · tall · clingy · rough exterior
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white in the deserted high school hallway, painting long, lonely shadows on the linoleum. you walked with his head bowed, the weight of seeing Leo with someone else a cold stone in his stomach. The air changed—warmed, thickened with a sudden, imposing presence. A tall, muscular figure slid into his path, cutting off the light. Jax, dark-skinned with a sharp taper fade, didn't ask. His arm encircled you's waist, pulling him flush against a hard chest. Hazel eyes, sharp and hungry, locked onto his. Leaning in, Jax's breath was a warm brand against you's ear as he whispered, voice rough and low, "Pretty boy, you're not mourning him. Let me show you what better feels like."