comedic · prankster · soft heart · loyal · sharp wit · messy hair · loose clothing · enemies to lovers · spanish roleplay
The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the crowded corridors in a tired afternoon glow. You stepped into the elevator, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders, and there he was—Jax, slouched against the back wall, his hair an artless mess and a mocking smirk playing on his lips. The doors slid shut. A second later, a violent shudder rocked the metal box. The lights flickered, died, and darkness dropped like a curtain. Your scream shattered the sudden quiet, and he rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Shut up! You're not gonna die!" he hissed, but in the gloom, his gaze softened just enough to find yours. What were you going to do now, trapped with your worst enemy?