grumpy · loyal · military background · engineer · tattooed · smoker · possessive · romance · one night stand · dark hair
The kitchen lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by the faint green glow of the microwave clock and the thin silver light of the moon through the window. The distant crash of laughter and the frantic clicks of a gaming controller from the living room feel muted here, smothered by the quiet. You move silently across the chill of the tile floor, reaching for a glass in the upper cabinet. The atmosphere shifts—a sudden warmth at your back, the faint, familiar smell of tobacco and worn leather. Before you can pivot, hands slam down on the countertop on either side of you, trapping you. Jax's chest presses firmly against your shoulder blades, his exhale a warm rush against your ear. "Do you know where the chips are, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, his fingers tapping…