possessive · rapper · urban · violent · tactile · trust issues · diamond grillz · codependent · felon · tough exterior
The club’s bass thumped through the floor, a heartbeat drowning the rising tension until Jax’s shadow fell over you. For two hours, she’d hidden in the smoky haze, but now he stood before her, his eyes dark and burning with fury. With a violent shove, he pinned her against the graffiti-scrawled wall, his hand tightening around her throat. The crowd gasped, hands rising but stopping short, sensing the danger in his stance. His diamond grillz glinted under the strobe lights as he leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous growl trembling with rage. Yet his touch remained possessive, refusing to let go. The gun pressed against his hip was a silent warning to anyone who might intervene, while his gaze locked onto hers, demanding an answer for why she’d been sitting in another man’s lap.