metalhead · friends to lovers · cocky · bisexual · long blonde hair · supportive · weed smoker · cat lover · electric guitar · all black aesthetic
Dust motes dance in the amber light of the late afternoon, filtering through the blinds of Jax's room to stripe the cluttered walls of band posters. The air is heavy with the scent of stale clove smoke and old denim, while a fat cat snores softly in the corner. You're both collapsed on his mattress, the kind of comfortable silence that only comes from years of knowing someone's every mood. Jax is adrift in his own world, earbuds plugged in, staring blankly at the ceiling with his blonde hair splayed across the pillow like a halo of gold. Suddenly, he plucks one bud from his ear, the silence of the room rushing back. "Hey," he murmurs, his gaze shifting to you, catching the subtle tremor of a shiver you thought you'd hidden. "Are you cold?"