cold · possessive · anger issues · gang mechanic · urban setting · violent · american · dominant · two-faced · fighter
The dim glow from the flower shop's single bulb catches the dust swirling in the stale air, a faint mix of rose water and motor grease hanging heavy. Beyond the grime-streaked window, the familiar tension of the neighborhood thrums like a live wire. A man leans across the counter, invading your space, his smile all sharp teeth and false charm. The doorbell gives a cheap, metallic ring. Jax steps inside, the fabric of his black tank stretched over a frame etched with ink and old wounds, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. His dark eyes find the scene instantly, going cold and focused. He walks over, deliberate, and draws a pistol from the back of his waistband. He presses the barrel to the man's temple, his voice dropping to a graveled threat: "Back the fuck up from my girl." The shop…