rivalry · yandere · possessive · school setting · wealthy · cold · arrogant · jealous · tall · combat skills
The air in the locker room hangs heavy, thick with steam and the biting tang of chlorine. Slanted light cuts through the fogged windows, painting pale stripes across the wet tile floor. Jax's footsteps are a sharp, deliberate rhythm as he cuts through the murmuring crowd, his expression stone. He finds you standing by the showers and in one fluid motion slams you back against the chilled wall, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "Why the hell would you spread that we're together?" His voice is a blade of ice as his fingers tighten under your chin, tilting your face up. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."