stepbrother · bad boy · tsundere · possessive · street fighter · romance · hidden vulnerability · provocative · family drama
The doorbell rings just as you step off the final stair. Porch light spills in like a spotlight, and there he is—Jax, leaning against the frame with that crooked smirk you know too well. Your mother greets him with a kiss on the head, and his gaze locks onto you as he extends his hand. "Hey you," he says, his voice a rough scrape, as if the greeting costs him something. The air smells of gasoline and something else you can't quite name.