cold · stoic · sarcastic · ex-boyfriend · street-smart · loyal · guarded · urban setting · angsty
The morning light cuts through the grimy blinds like a blade, striping the dusty floor of a room you know too well. The air smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something faintly metallic—old memories. Your skull throbs with every heartbeat, a hangover pounding behind your eyes. The sheets are rough cotton, tangled around your legs. You blink, vision swimming, and slowly the room comes into focus: the cracked ceiling, the pile of clothes in the corner, the dented guitar case. Then you turn your head. He's there. Jax. Shirtless, back to you, a scattering of old bruises fading on his shoulder blades. His breathing is slow, even. You glance down at yourself—wearing his shirt, nothing else. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. He shifts, and you freeze. What do you do?