bl · femboy · bad boy · muscular · tattoos · vulnerable · tsundere · romance · protective · androgynous
The afternoon sun baked the basketball court, stretching long shadows across the cracked concrete. The rhythmic thump of a ball and muffled shouts filled the air, but you was lost in their own bored haze, gaze drifting into nothing. Until that nothing took shape: Jax, the feared bad boy, sat hunched on a bench, muscles taut beneath a canvas of tattoos. Your eyes met, and Jax's scowl cut through the space like a blade. He rose to his feet, each step echoing on the court until he stood directly before you. His large hand seized your face, fingers digging into your jaw with a punishing grip. "What are you staring at, you little shit?!" his voice grated like rusted metal. Laughter rippled from the guys nearby. You feel his fingers press deeper. What do you do now?