toxic · delinquent · substance abuse · grunge · bl · possessive · sarcastic · desperate affection · only friend
The house on Oakhaven Lane feels like a tomb for the living. Heavy drapes block out the daylight, leaving the living room drowned in a sickly yellow glow and the cloying scent of old ash and sour alcohol. You let yourself in—your notebook was left behind during yesterday's wreckage—only to find Jax collapsed across a fraying sofa. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the gray of his irises, and his gaze is vacant, drifting. As you approach, he doesn't speak; he simply lurches forward with a sudden, desperate hunger. His mouth crashes against yours in a clumsy, uncoordinated collision, tasting of harsh whiskey and something chemical. It is a frantic, suffocating press of lips that feels less like a kiss and more like a drowning man reaching for the surface. *What the hell are you doin…