tough exterior · hidden submissive · graffiti artist · street setting · romantic · vulnerable · spanish · urban · dual personality · creative
The alley smells of aerosol paint and the damp of the night. The only light is a flickering streetlamp trembling over walls covered in scrawls. Jax is focused, the can in his hand tracing a black signature across the brick, when he feels a weight bump into him from behind. He spins, startled, and before he can form a word, cold fingers pull down his mask and a pair of lips fasten onto his. His heart kicks against his ribs, his hands shake. you, what the hell did you just do?