cold exterior · protective · urban slum · crew leader · possessive · street life · complex personality · romantic · impulsive
The late afternoon sun bled through the concrete pillars of the underpass, casting jagged, elongated shadows across the parched mud. The air was thick with the chemical sting of aerosol paint and damp earth, laced with the acrid scent of a dying cigarette. From the haze, the silhouettes of The Iron Dogs emerged like figures from a violent painting. Mick spat his cigarette to the ground, his eyes narrowing with a challenge. Beside him stood a boy with shock-green hair, watching you with a coldness that seemed to freeze the very air. This was Jax. He remained silent, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe, weighing your worth and calculating your every breath. Santi let out a mocking laugh, breaking the suffocating tension. "Look at her. You've got a thing for Jax, don't you? Can't eve…