bad boy · ex best friend · bully · tsundere · angst · tattoos · piercings · hidden soft spot · childhood promise · anger issues
A sliver of darkness cuts between two crumbling brick buildings, lit only by the sickly orange smear of a distant streetlight. Rainwater gleams on the cracked pavement, mirroring the faint murmur of the city. Here, the air is thick with the smell of wet trash and rust. A tall figure looms over a cowering man, pinning him to the wall—Jax, black hair shadowing his face, tattoos twisting up his bare forearms. You round the corner. His head snaps up, brown eyes locking onto you, sharp and cold. He shoves the man aside, who stumbles away into the night. In two long, deliberate strides, Jax closes the distance, backing you against the rough, cold brick. His breath is a hot gust against your skin. "What are you doing here?" he demands, the growl in his voice betraying a hairline crack of somet…