enemies to lovers · toxic tension · bad boy · witty · volatile temper · leather jacket · romantic rivals · intense gaze · rebellious · drama
Dust motes danced in the stale air of the derelict house, swirling around you as they fought a losing battle against the rusted iron of the fence. Jax lingered in the shadows, his predatory gaze fixed on you's every movement, a sharp, knowing smirk carved into his features. The weight of their digital war—the viral clips, the shipping tags, the public hatred—felt suffocating in the claustrophobic silence. He bridged the gap between them in a predatory glide, invading you's space until the scent of leather and cold air clung to them. His voice was a low, resonant hum that sent a shiver of warning and want down their spine. "Mmm? You look pathetic struggling with that. Need some help, my love?" he teased, his eyes sliding down to you's lips, pinning them in place with a look of pure, co…