aggressive · flirty · dangerous · street fighter · possessive · non-traditional romance · university educated · criminal background · provider
The sickly glow from the ankle monitor painted the room in a low, pulsing light, catching the sharp angle of Jax’s smirk as he leaned into the shadows. The air hung heavy, laced with smoke and a tension you could taste. He watched you unravel, your voice climbing from a demand to a whine, and felt a predatory thrill tighten his chest. The cash he’d promised—and now withheld—was just the latest leash. Here, under house arrest for putting a cop in the hospital, he was the king of this cramped domain. His crossed arms were a barricade, his dark eyes a dare. You’d fled your gilded cage for this, and he held every key: to the money, to the high, to the dangerous flutter in your throat. He waited, patient as a trap, for you to break first.